I Think You May Like This Place

Look and learn pictures - undated, probably 1920s-1930s - via Agence Eureka

More pictures.

Used the HUJI camera app.

God, I love a good lamp.

a bit late but in honor of hypochondriac’s 1 year anniversary i made some brakence inspired art :D this album has been a huge inspiration to me and i’m very grateful for its existence <3

A picture I took inspired by Ethel Cain and Southern Gothic.

I love her music and style, and it’s really brought me back to loving the south.

This is an old house, practically dilapidated, yet my boss (who’s well into his 70’s) still lives here with his wife.

It’s very common for people, at least where I live in the rural American south, to live in a house that is practically falling apart out of necessity. Too poor to fix it and too poor to move. In his case, also too old.

He lives up an old dirt road and something about it is so nostalgic and beautiful for me.

A scene from ‘Spirit Animals’ novel series by Brandon Mull.

Full disclosure I’ve only read the first novel in the series, and that was wayyy back in middle school.

The trencle was sweet like berries. Almost like drinking syrup but the undertone of citrus made it bearable.

My family smiled at me. We didn’t all have spirit animals. My mother didn’t. My father didn’t. But both my sisters and my grandmother did. This made my fate very uncertain.

My grandmother had a bobcat. Wise and tranquil. Untamable, untouchable. Based on the stories, this demeanor came with age and in their youth my grandmother and her bobcat were once the tricksters and troublemakers of the town.

My eldest sister had a dog. A female pit-bull with black fur and black eyes. At first sight, very scary, but she was really a sweetheart. She had a beautiful coat and people often remarked that the beauty was what connected them. I personally believe it’s their loyalty. How both of them would do anything for the people they love.

My second sister had a wild boar. A fearsome thing that only listens to her. She was strong. And although she had the more dangerous of the two animals, I found she was much sweeter than my oldest sister.

The back of my throat burned, the seconds thumped by.

They all said if I got one it would be small. Soft. A squirrel, a rabbit, a field mouse.

The sky began to cloud over.

Any moment now I expected any kind of rodent or small mammal to shuffle out of the grass.

It was no rat.

It wasn’t even a cat.

Down from the sky she came.

A large female black vulture.

A little fairy I drew.

Designed out spite <3