God Is Weaping @morethenahundred - Tumblr Blog

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler

The gambler

The back biter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

[Indie-Arvin Russel blog]

[Nsfw 18+ dark themes mun is 25+]

{Mix of book and movie}

#the devil all the time #arvin russell #tdatt #tdatt rp #rp #horror rp #indie rp #self promo #ok to reblog

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WILLARD | ARVIN Russell Parallels

↳ Part One / Part Two

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“What I’m about to do, I do because I have to. Not because I want to.” Tom Holland as Arvin Russell in The Devil All The Time (2020)

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Backroads - 2019

#aestehtic

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ohio gothic

there is a church on every street corner for miles. they promise absolution and salvation. no one ever goes in, and no one ever comes out.

you get in your car and drive. you will run across a town you have never seen before just as the dashboard clock ticks over to Too Late. the people there will look at you as if you are a freak of nature. you will keep driving. you will never see that town again.

along the cracking highway are nothing but empty fields. a sign amidst dead grass and melting snow tells you HELL IS REAL. it offers no solace, no solution, no way out. it simply tells you what you already know.

the cities have names that strangers can never pronounce, but that you were born with on your lips. they are more than letters–they are unpronounceable symbols in some ancient tongue. they fill you with melancholy, and with yearning.

there is a river that still stinks of ash and soot. the sun sets across it like blood spilling across the floor, and you can imagine that it is still burning.

the steel mills have been closed since before you were born. keep telling yourself that when you walk by them and hear the clanging of ancient machinery and feel your scalp tingle with unseen eyes. you will dream about white hot sparks and wake up with black grease staining your hands. the steel mills have been closed since before you were born.

it’s round on the ends, and full of an aching sense of desperation and loss in the middle.

the sidewalks are crumbling, and the buildings are nothing more than decaying ribs poking out corrugated steel sides. the clock on that building has shown the same time since before your mother was born. you cut yourself and you bleed, rust red.

we have no accent here. we have every accent here. every word is tinged with a trace of something that you can almost place. you ask us about it and we just smile. we have no accent here.

#isims #aestehtic