i yearn for the fall harvest sour patch kids
come with me ♡
the preacher’s house up on the hill
Flintville, Tennessee
Ethel Cain summer
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Religious signs in the middle of nowhere, decaying barns in the countryside, old bicycles on the side of the road, half empty Coke cans on an antique kitchen table, waking in giant fields, exploring abandoned houses at night, driving past old chapels, scraping knees climbing trees, cigarettes on the side of the road
what i dream about
Though I know this path only leads to our mutual destruction,
I always find myself returning to your embrace