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The deer don't flee here. They all say the phenomenon is due to overpopulation, overcrowding. No one wants to admit the truth.

ragpicker-and-poet

William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying (1930)

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not. […] And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I am is.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

nevver

The Dead of Winter, Paul Johnson

eastern washington gothic

sometimes the light is just right and the road calls you on and the music calls you on and the road calls you on. sometimes the light is just wrong.

#the sky is on fire #roadtripgothic #easternwashingtongothic #the light changes you #just keep driving

vonrobyn-deactivated20230925

boykeats

Judas by Keaton St. James

sproutsrus

Sometimes you feel a pull.

Sometimes its towards to mountains. Sometimes its towards the plains.

The direction doesn’t matter. What matters is that you go.

So you drive and drive until you’re tired and running low on gas.

You stop in an odd little town that logically shouldn’t exist it is so small. No one appears to actually live here.

You pass by a library that logically shouldn’t exist. The hours on the door read wed & fri 2-4.

You find yourself in the convenience store that doubles as the grocery store. It smells of stale cigarette smoke and half the things in the store couldn’t have been manufactured this century.

It has an entire shelf of aggressively religious birthday cards.

You buy a dusty bottle of Gatorade. You don’t remember the cashier saying your total but you hand over money and she gives you change.

As you leave you glance back at the store. The lights are off and the wooden open sign is turned to the closed side. The cashier is nowhere to be seen. You question whether the encounter actually happened. The bottle in your hand is cold and the change is still in your pocket.

You can’t even vaguely remember what the cashier looked like.

waywardwarlocks

tips for walking in an abandoned graveyard

if it’s dark, don’t shine your flashlight into the trees.

if a child approaches and asks you a question, don’t tell the truth.

you may find some harrowing artifacts (i found a ribbon on a tree and some bible pages) pick these up and keep them. they belong to you.

if you walk down a long, straight pathway, you will feel someone behind you. don’t look

you may see people in your peripheral vision; these are the spirits. they won’t hurt you.

if you wish to communicate with the spirits, do not do it alone. cast a protection circle. only ask polite questions.

you will feel bursts of dread and terror. ignore them.

don’t read too much into what the graves say. some things are best left unsolved.

research the history of the graveyard beforehand. you need to know what you might encounter.

some beings may not want you to leave. should you come into contact with one of these beings, leave immediately.

don’t read the hidden graves.

if you find a headless angel statue, don’t look for her head.

if you find a tipped over angel statue, leave her be. she’s only resting.

don’t listen to music. this will distract you from them.

don’t look in the bushes. you will find something that you weren’t supposed to.

allawander

Washington State Gothic

-You’re sitting in a cafe on a rainy day. It doesn’t matter which one. If it’s the sort of place where you can sit down, it will be the sort of place that makes pictures with the steamed milk in your drink - always that same leaf. And it will always, always be raining when you look out the window.

-When hiking in the woods, you never leave the trail. You believe in preserving the fragile ecosystem. But more to the point - you did go off trail once as a child, on a whim, on an adventure. Only a quick, wild scramble, and the trail was gone behind you. If your mother hadn’t called, you would never have found it again.

-There are places so wet and so dark that the mosses are killing the trees. They grow so quick and so heavy that they choke the new growth, and old branches groan and crack under their weight. If you stand still too long the moss will choke you as well.

-Someone tells you they’re from East of the Mountains. You don’t understand. There’s nothing East of the Mountains.

-You’re from East of the Mountains, and your home does not exist. Not to the politicians, not to the tourists, not to the confused travelers blinking dazedly in the dust outside the gas station. They ask you how far to Seattle. You smile politely and remind them to buy snacks.

Winter noir. #nightisbeautiful #winterweather #spokanedoesntsuck (at Spokane, Washington)

#winterweather #nightisbeautiful #spokanedoesntsuck

bergtagen

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps. © Mimmi Strinnholm (http://instagram.com/thistlemilk)