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please leave open your most quiet door

[vampiricdilf]

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i’m kairo ⊹ ࣪ ˖ nineteen + he / she

⋆ cancer , infp , autistic & dm’s are open !

⊹ ˖ Ი𐑼 interests :

artists i love are ethel cain , the cure , cigs after sex , nicole dollanganger , florence + the machine , olivia rodrigo , mazzy star , susanne joffe , hozier , kevin atwater , indigo de souza , michael jackson & more !

media i love … the hunger games movies & books , heated rivalry , amc’s interview with the vampire & the vampire chronicle books , netflix’s sex education , call me by your name , 10 things i hate about you , a knight’s tale , wish by the cure (1992) , willoughby tucker i will always love you by ethel cain (2025) , perverts by ethel cain (2025) , golden age by ethel cain (2019) , play out documentary by the cure (1991) & more !

some of my favourite characters / individuals are ethel cain & willoughby tucker , the vampire claudia , the vampire armand , lestat de lioncourt , katniss everdeen , brittany broski , hayden anhedonia , elio perlman , kat stratford , robert smith , heath ledger , papa emeritus iii , papa emeritus iv & more !

♡ thank you for reading ♡

[tankhall]

brand new chanels song of the summer and it’s not even close

[vampiricdilf]

being killed would be nicer than the way this song hurts me

[tankhall]

Various paintings of a grotto - Rombout van Troyen

Mrs. Tittlemouse in her home - Beatrix Potter

Jerry in his cheese house - Tom and Jerry

[deansnoodle]

i need to tattoo the lyrics to nettles (miserable demo) tattooed on my body. i don’t play abt that song.

@tankhall

[tankhall]

i miss my vibrator

[tankhall]

uuuu knowwwwww…. i’ve gotttttt….. mooooood swings that i got no control offffff……

[lacedlyn]

Ethel Cain could write the bible but god could never write nettles

[tankhall]

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.

[tankhall]

i love my ipad

[vampiricdilf]

can we play roblox together

[tankhall]

i love my ipad

[teetheater333]

teeth (eater)

[vampiricdilf]

why won’t you do it for me when all i do is for you

[tankhall]

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.

[freeezerbridee]

they’re all gonna laugh at me

[vampiricdilf]

memory means nothing when it’s permanence you’re due

[vampiricdilf]

computa how to get rid of the never ending feeling of abandonment 😊