[thegreenerystingss]

i was messing around with paint last week trying to improve before my final art exams and i was thinking to myself i wanted to paint the cover of preachers daughter without ethel as obviously she dies within the lore. after seeing hayden’s goodbye post to ethel and willoughby, i am SICK and now im crying at my own painting. her art has an effect on me like no other

@tankhall

[futuremissingperson1]

i am so enthralled by some of your lives. i stalk a lot. i wonder a lot.

[weird-doll]

my two eternal angels, laura palmer and ethel cain. this was all for you.

@tankhall

[teetheater333]

the father the son the holy spirit

ebay etsy and facebook marketplace

[eventheironstillfearstheroot]

The kiss

@tankhall

[reviarie]

nettles makes me feel an overwhelming sense of intimate love for someone who doesn’t even exist

whoever you are I miss you and I love you

[365indigo]

[krowsweater]

"ethel cain, willoughby tucker,

i really will always love you...

i hope you can forgive me."

@tankhall

[rockband2]

People who cannot find beauty in every biome on earth are incredibly bizarre to me. "yeah this place is really beautiful but this place isnt :/". what the fuck are you talking about. start admiring that rock and that tree and that bug and that scrubby little plant and that weird animal and that extreme weather right now. im not telling you to go live there but please you gotta start enjoying all kinds of nature im begging 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.

[krakenkarel]

I need to make more twin peaks Ethel Cain art

@tankhall

[hereliesethelcain]

Made this comprehensive guide to understanding Anhedönia’s “Perverts”. Lmk if I missed anything

[dronyoung]

[javarisx-fightingthosedemons]

[depsidase]

[vqtkufi]

‘Always on my own’

@tankhall

[arrayed-in-purple]

Today and middle age Irish man, here on a religious pilgrimage trip, approached me at a bus stop and asked me "who is Ethel Cain?" (I was wearing my coachella Ethel tee with wrestling in dirt pits playing in my earbuds, because ofc I was lol)

I explained who she is, and we got to talking, about life and politics and religion

Incredibly sweet and cool person, a middle aged spiritual Christian leftist, whos also a writer, one of the modt based people I've ever met (we talked long about Palestine, leftist action and environmentalism)

He took a photo of my tshirt to look up Ethel later as he was fascinated by her story (when talking about the south, where I'm from and how Haydens music reflects her complicated relationship with god he said "I have a complicated relationship with god too, but i still choose to believe, even if I'm not sure he's there at all" and how "this universe is too big and incredible to think any one religion has the right answer" )

He asked if I was going around where his hotel was, because if I was he would love to run ip to his room and bring me down some copies of his little mini books hes written, and i was just going out for a sweet treat so I said sure

He offered me a soda, gave me 3 books and his card and asked me to email him

I told him I'll add a specific Ethel song he'll probably really relate to and he was very happy, shook my hand and said it was wonderful to meet and talk, then said goodbye and up to his room to get ready for evening vespers

What a wonderful little human encounter, I will deff send him that email and read his mini books <3