Southwest Gothic weather vanes spinning wildly even though there's no wind sunsets bathing everything in saturated light before all the color disappears old homesteads leaning to one side everything covered in cobwebs walking in the desert alone but you're not alone someone on the crest is crawling with you waking up to the sound of a complete downpour but looking outside and it hasn't rained even a drop your walls have eyes and they've seen
Midwest Gothic abandon farms silos that are slowly turning back into the earth street lights that flicker as you pass them empty streets in the middle of the night, but you still hear footsteps behind you someone looking at you from a curtained window, then you blink and they’re gone storm sirens at 2 AM an old radio carackling on, even though no one touched it the endless fields know your fears
East Coast Gothic foggy piers something large and unknown washing up onto the shore the end of the beach disappearing into the storm shade of the forest, leaving patterned shadows and tricking your eyes overgrown tombstones old houses painted black, shuttered windows an outbuilding in the middle of the woods, the forest has moved inside you know someone lives there figures between the trees, whispering
yourcool posted a quote
October 13, 2016 6:32am UTC
"I want you to remember who you are, despite the bad things that are happening to you. Because those bad things aren’t you. They are just things that happen to you. You need to accept that who you are and the things that happen you, are not one and the same."