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I love to care ❤️❤️❤️ I am chalant And I care ❤️❤️❤️ I care ❤️❤️ I do give a fuck ❤️❤️❤️
Returning to my comfort movie
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.
18+ MDNI accounts when their 5 year old son asks to be fed: oh my god. you people make me SICK. can you not READ? IT SAYS MINORS DNI. you SERIOUSLY piss me off. you’re a child and im an adult, i DONT want to be friends with you. Leave me alone. i say things i dont want you to hear. i talk about things you’re not supposed to know yet when you’re in the other room. for your OWN safety, DO NOT TALK TO ME. im blocking you. i seriously can’t do this right now.
Suicide ideation is so weird. Making a lovely apple pie while thinking of bleeding out in the tub.
How to flirt with someone without accidentally threatening to physically harm them or take their life Tutorial Easy Edition
stratt can never find out about grocky because she'd be like i fucking knew it i knew the astronauts would find a way to screw each other
"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s
what you'd rather hump?
ryan gosling looking guy (he's funny and smart)
wall of xenonite with an alien inside (he'll call you leaky and gross)
ICH LIEBE DEUTSCHLAND UND DIE AUTOBAHN ♡
really funny to meet a genderless alien and make them your gender out of convenience and then fall in love and now you’re gay. you made yourself be gay.
what it comes down to is that he really just loves that rock. that's his guy. seven billion people on earth and none of them were his guy and you know what??? he's in luck because he got shot into space and his guy just happened to be in space also. sometimes life is just beautiful
im swimming at the lake and accidentally kicked a fish. this has never happened in my many years of swimming. sorry man