Don’t you hear me howling, babe..? (HE/HIM)
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Don’t you hear me howling, babe..? (HE/HIM)
Chicken stew made over the wood stove -
🖤 NDN fag 🖤
Indigigoth things:
- Wearing too much rings on your fingers
- hand sewing your own clothing
- long dark tones beaded earrings
- useing smudge ash makeup around your eyes
- Dark denim or leather jackets with frills
- skin stitch tattoos
- Hand sewing or personal customizing any fit you put together for yourself
- Wearing bones and furs as jewelry or statement pieces
- Using yt tears for moisturizing and priming before applying makeup
- Shaved heads/ side shaved
- Braided Mohawks
- Feathered earrings
- Hand made resistance patches
- Stick and poke tattoos by your cousins with a beading needle
- Wearing many layers of dark clothing
- Adding fur and studs to your jackets
Rez gothic
your grandma telling you not to whistle at night or at the northern lights because your uncle disappeared and woke up in Manitoba doing that.
The dogs that wait for you at the road, some will walk you home, others will bite.
Walking home from a roundance at 2 am, they say don’t walk the trails at night and only stick to the dirt roads with lights, your not sure why but you don’t question your grandma
You see somebody on the road and you can’t see their face? Keep driving and don’t look back. They will follow you home if you do.
Every so often you’ll see the light that flickers and shuts off at the four way every so often, you don’t think about what spirits pass by during that time.
Your brother once told you about the white shapeshifting horse down on fox road, you don’t like to travel through there at night.
my dad told me a story of a woman who walked into the lake one day, waving goodbye to everyone until no one could see the tips of her fingers
my grandmother always told me never to go to the lake alone, because she might be waiting for me there
there are designated empty houses, do not look in the windows. do not knock on the doors.
at the park there are areas where the grass doesn't grow anymore, some places from children trampling the grass, and some not
i heard coyotes barking in the distance one night and asked my grandfather if he could hear them too, he only replied "those aren't coyotes"
Sometimes you'll see little eyes looking out from drainage pipes, you tell yourself it's foxes, but you know it's not.
There's old cement ruins in the forest, your grandma tells you that's where the bats live. she tries to convince you it's just the bats
my grandpa always has a slingshot on him and rocks in his pockets, i asked him why and he told me they're for the blue jays, they love to eavesdrop
Everything’s gonna be alright lover boy