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[crtter]

I have a very funny story to share but it requires some context: so, you guys know how Suez was hit by a magnitude 5.0 earthquake yesterday (So far there were no casualties reported, thankfully) and the shockwaves were felt all over Egypt, right? Now, me and my entire family are from Brazil, which is a country that experiences no seismic activity whatsoever, but my dad is currently living in Cairo for work.

With that in mind: my dad was sleeping last night and was woken up by his bed shaking and his closet doors swinging open on their own and his first, immediate thought was “Holy shit, it’s a poltergeist!” and the way his half-asleep brain decided to deal with the situation was by screaming “FUCK OFF GHOST!!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BITCH!!!” at the top of his lungs.

[odetower]

@tankhall in hamburg 01/07/2026

Willoughby Tucker I Will Always Love You Tour 2026

[kyrieeleeison]

crying in your arms, baby, can't we just leave?

[ctharxismp3]

Dress study Ough…

[petitelappin]

This child who came to my house tonight is literally the funniest human being on the planet. She complimented me on having both lollipops and mini Three Musketeers available because "a lot of houses these days don't give you a fruit flavor option." She was very solemn about this.

[yellow-cat]

sorry i came back wrong do you still wanna hit it

[pmamtraveller]

By Ellen Jareckie

[im-caky]

number 1 chocolate chip cookie fan

[ctharxismp3]

Nurse doodle..I’m slowly getting the textures I wanted in my style..

Bonus dark fantasy doodle thing bc idkkk

[prisonhannibal]

loumand fans are some of the most determined people i’ve ever seen they could literally have a scene where the characters are like I hate you and hope you die I’ll never get back together with you and loumand fans would be on here saying their eye contact though…. #neverloumandover.

[gaphic]

why are moms capable of just leeching vibe arsenic into the atmosphere when they’re pissed

[gaphic]

my mom: is very slightly annoyed by even one thing

me, already feeling bone nausea: I have to get out of this house

[tomb-mold]

have you noticed that everything depends on various factors

[tankhall]

In 2018, I wrote down a passing thought in my cheap little leather-bound journal I was writing a collection of songs in that would go on to become Preacher’s Daughter. “If I finish this album the way it needs to be finished, it will change my life, and it will leave a hole in my heart for years that I won’t know how to fill.” I’ve always had a knack for eerily accurate self-premonition. Preacher’s Daughter certainly left a hole, and it certainly changed my life, but only on the outside. All the songs I wrote for it were about characters, a girl in a “faraway” place living her “faraway” life, albeit still parallel to mine, but wholly detached from me. Willoughby was doomed to be closer to home. I wrote Nettles and Waco the same week, the first week I spent in the Alabama house where I would finish Preacher’s Daughter after so many years of trying. The difference was I wrote them about me. There were no characters at first; it was just me. In fact, I wrote them in an attempt to hide from Ethel Cain for a moment. She eventually devoured those little ditties too, of course, as she always does. In hindsight, I’m glad I had to share them with her. I couldn’t have carried the full weight of them myself, I know that now. My premonitions were out in full force; over the course of the next few years, I’d script out my own life in the same morbid fashion I always have. Maybe it was a lesson in not training my eye downward as I’ve spent the majority of my life doing.

I had 3 weeks for the holidays between mixing and submitting Perverts and jumping back into the maw of taming an unfinished Willoughby Tucker. I spent the first three months of 2025 on probation, unable to go much of anywhere, awake only when the sun was down. I’d never mixed a record of that magnitude, which was daunting with deadlines immovable. I remember 9am on my 27th birthday rolling around after being awake for hours whittling away at mixes, announcing the album and entire tour before going back to mix an album that still wasn’t done. I’ve never cried so much finishing a record, and that was before it was even out. Combining your Saturn return, your first shot at true love, and the longest tour of your life is something I would never recommend to anyone. It was the death of both ego and everything around it. I couldn’t be more grateful. Never in my life have I been so turned inside out, so uprooted and unraveled. Looking back, I needed it more than anything.

Thank you to everyone who listened. Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker will always be my children, my burnt offerings, what I leave in the storm. Sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I also fear it’s the only way. Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, I really will always love you. I feel as though in this moment here, saying goodbye, you and I are closer than ever. I hope you can forgive me.

[artsberik]

my fingies fell off while drawing that one ouch

my little ersatz

[cosmicanger]

Sarah Gony by Emnet (2026)

[achillesinhighheels]

Solange, 2008

[bigfat-piercing]