#liminalvibes

[placeofweird]

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[zoneofwaiting]

The waiting room before the final ascent. Everything is clean, but nothing is here. Where did everyone go?

[yaminahsaini]

Backrooms lvl 94 motion real found footage ?! / Liminal Space houses 🏠🏡

[art-wave]

  𝕓𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣, 𝕓𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤, 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤🎤💖

𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔰 ~ ~ <3 @𝔞𝔯𝔱-𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢

[grandplay]

Queen Lilac Puffbraid the Grand - My OC

Created by Lily Lovebraids herself, Queen Lilac Puffbraid the Grand is not just a mascot she is a living, towering embodiment of royal imagination taken too far.

Born from layers upon layers of stitched fabric, enchanted threads, and pure creative obsession, Lily designed her to be the ultimate parade queen. But something changed the moment the final 32nd underskirt layer was placed. The gown didn’t just inflate it awakened.

Now, she stands as a colossal semi-circle of royal power, her massive inflated gown spreading like a kingdom of silk and air. Her purple braided beehive crown rises high like a throne of woven royalty, and her glowing amethyst lips curl into a calm, knowing smile.

She drifts above her purple and black tea party parade float, no longer needing it yet never leaving it.

In one hand, she holds her elegant royal fan, but with a single flick, it can summon gusts strong enough to scatter entire crowds like confetti.

[razzyoftherats]

So apparently I’m “part of history” now.

The Gh0stN3t back catalogue just dropped as one monstrous playlist, and yep — my chaos is in there too. Every screech, every VHS kung-fu kick through Wonderland, every meltdown I pressed to tape and called a track.

That’s not just a label flex, that’s a digital séance. It’s the whole ghostnet signal pulsing like a bad neon sign that just won’t die.

Gh0stN3t was never about clean lines or tidy genres. It’s about static, distortion, grief turned into rhythm, joy turned into glitch. It’s about proving the weird kids were right all along. And now it’s archived. It’s out there. You can’t erase it.

I’m stoked, I’m proud, I’m screaming about it because this is exactly where my music belongs — buried with the other freak transmissions, glowing in the dark corners of the net.

Cue it up. Let it haunt you. Backcat forever.

[stupidc0re]

[zoneofwaiting]

I remember the noise, but I can't recall the faces. Every swing set holds a memory that isn't mine.