some towns speak for themselves.

there's something in the fields, and right behind you, and inside you. has it always been there? [a blog for a book about magic, death, and a town with more secrets than people. you can read it here.] (icon by westfalls)

[whathappensinhadleigh]

follow my new writing blog! I’ll be posting there instead of here now.

[electricraccoonincident-deactiv]

– Jill Osier, “Small Town”

[brucespringsteen]

U can only see so many caved in abandoned farmhouses and hallowed out cars on the stretch of nowheresville midwestern roads before u start to wish u were like. In love with someone

[yellow-cat]

some days i feel like a thicket of antlers

[dappermouth]

It spoke to you so strangely, in a voice that hissed between waves of softly droning static from a television screen.

[meiselr]

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I never needed a map in hell because I was raised here

[thatsbelievable]

[kafk-a]

Ada Limón

[danger]

[uhuraisgay]

“It is easy for a person to think themselves into a forest. Nighttime or otherwise, then think about when the object of your desire is also the object of your disgust. Now we’re getting somewhere.”

— Wendy Xu, “retrospective,” published in Sixth Finch (via bostonpoetryslam)

[danger]

[driflloon]

[neixins]

“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. This is what love is.”

— Welcome to Night Vale (via kaylor)

[danger]

[teethnbone]

mid-june mood - phantom tanker trucks under a near texas sky.

[neonprotagonist]

time to write a weird poem from the perspective of a deer in the headlights at 3 am 

[neonprotagonist]

i often hear how humans talk of crossroads how they look the devil dead in the eye and dare him to move forward.

i stand alone on ground which kills and look the devil in the eye and dare you to move forward.

[dappermouth]

in autumn you can smell the fields, burning far away