Southern Gothic - Tumblr Posts
"take me down to river and bathe me clean"
"What i wouldn't give to be in church this Sunday"
Please, God, please, don’t let me be normal.
Lol idk if I have enough account reach for this to matter but- 💀💀
Which of these should be my profile picture??
good advice but also kinda creepy, I’m just gonna go back to looking at cute cats
Just Southern (Gothic) Things:
Mississippi, Arkansas, & Louisiana
•Do not go into the woods alone at night in the middle of winter. Yes, for the obvious reasons. But also for the not obvious. Not everything is sleeping.
•Always keep track of who is in your group if you go into the woods at night. Do a roll call every so often. If a voice sounds different, leave.
They are no longer with you.
•Those are not coyotes.
•That scream you heard is not a woman. That is a mountain lion. Or a red fox. Or something else.
Or maybe it is a woman. You don’t go outside to see until the sun has risen.
•Do not enter the old, abandoned house in the field. It was abandoned for a reason.
•Do not go near the big, dead oak in the middle of the field. You won’t be able to find your way back.
•Fireworks & gunshots both echo. Be careful.
•Do not disturb the ring of mushrooms. No, it is not a Fae circle. Do not disturb the ground.
There is a body beneath the soil.
•There is a tarantula crossing the road. It is big enough that you can see it from your car. You stop, and let it pass.
You return home and begin to pack. Things are about to change.
•The lovebugs are back. They are everywhere. They cover the sidewalks, the cars- everything.
You can’t remember what it was like without them.
•You wave to the man in the old pickup that passes you on the dirt road. He waves back. You look in your rearview mirror.
His truck isn’t there.
You drive a little faster.
•You hit a pothole. Your soul leaves your body for a moment. You apologize to your car.
•You forget to put your bag in the passenger seat of your car when you go over the train tracks.
You see someone sitting there.
You do not look at them. You do not speak.
They disappear when you reach your destination.
•The cicadas are back, loud as ever.
They mask the sound of your screams.
•There are gaters in the swamps, they say. Don’t go into the water.
But you’re certain that wasn’t an alligator that you saw; it’s skin was smooth, and it’s eyes were too-human, but it still had too many teeth.
•Storm’s comin’, the old man on the corner tells you. The news didn’t mention anything about a storm.
The next day, there’s talk of a tropical depression in the Gulf.
The old man is gone when you go to see him.
•Cat’s eyes reflect the light. So do racoon’s.
So do alligator’s.
Do not pet the shiny eyed creatures in the dark.
•Church is not mandatory on Wednesday nights. Ignore the lights in the church basement on Wednesday nights. It is none of your concern.
Do not listen to the chanting, or the screams. It is none of your concern.
•Do not go down County Road 6 at night. You will not return as the same person you were before you went down there.
•Teenagers liked to play the eleven mile game on the stretch of old highway outside of town.
There’s been a mysterious lack of laughter, and more whisperings in the halls of the high school, now, ever since he went the eleven miles- and never returned.
•The siren is going off from the church. Lock your doors. Do not look out of your windows.
Something is out there. It wants in.
•Do not answer your door at night. Whoever is knocking does not want help.
•Something got one of your cows last night. The farmer down the road says it’s coyotes. You agree.
You both know the claw marks are too big for coyotes.
Neither of you admits it outloud.
•There’s a storm in the Gulf, the news says.
There is always a storm in the Gulf.
Jim Cantore appears, beckoned by the storm.
You begin to pack your bags and wait for the evacuation orders.
•It is Mardi Gras time. Iko Iko is playing in the store. Iko Iko is playing on the radio.
Iko Iko is playing in your house. You do not have the radio on. The TV is off.
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né.
•The woods on the side of the road are dark. You can see the swamp within. It beckons to you. The man standing in the water waves to you. You do not wave back.
•There are bluffs either side of the road. They blasted through the mountains to make this road, they say. They do not mention the rock that is too red. They do not mention the symbols that are carved into the rock. They do not mention the faces that stare out from the rock.
•There is a cemetery by the park. There is a cemetery by the subdivision. There is a cemetery on top of the hill, bigger than both towns.
You do not ask about the cemeteries, or the figures in old uniforms that walk the grounds at night.
•Your horses are spooked by the pond in the field. You want to get closer. You walk closer. Your horse leaves you. The water ripples. You run after your horse.
Eyes stare at you from the pond.
•The fireflies come out as the sun goes down. There are many. You hear children laughing as they play. The fireflies float up into the sky. The children continue to laugh.
You close your door and lock it. The children are laughing outside of your house.
•You took a wrong turn. You are on a dirt road. It is long and thin. You’ll turn around at the next turn off, you say. There is no turn off. It is getting dark. You see eyes in the woods on either side of the road. You begin to worry.
𝘏𝘪𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴!! <3
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I stay here rotting in bed, waiting for you. You promised you would eventually come back and we can finally be together. My heart hurts so much at thoughts of you never coming back..
I think I'm starting to realize that I'll never truly feel better again. Every day it just gets so much worse. I try to think of a time when I was happy and everything was okay, but there was never a day in my life when I truly smiled and said I was perfectly happy. I thought running away from home would help the terrible memories disappear but...maybe the trauma of it all is catching up to me. Do people truly recover from the horrible things they had to go through? Will I ever feel better? Sometimes I don't want to get better. Talking to people about how sad I feel makes things worse because I know they can't save me. They can't help me. Only I can save myself but I'm scared that'll never happen.
I love rainy days, it feels like the angels are crying with me. ♡
It hurts knowing that the person you love doesn't adore you as much as you adore them. I know this will break my heart in the end, I already feel myself starting to spiral into a web of lies and broken promises. I'm a girl who feels too much. I feel so much pain in my heart every day, but I also feel so much love. My whole life I've always wanted the love I saw in fairytales. Where the prince saves the princess and takes her far, far away. Then they both live happily ever after. Now I do anything for love. The little girl I once was feels so sad. She just wants to be loved. I want to be loved, not lusted.
God please help me, I don't think I can bare all this heartbreak alone. I pray and wish for it to get better but it never does. The older I get, the worse it'll be. I feel so alone in this room. I don't want to feel so sad anymore. God please save me so I can be with all the angels and you for eternity.
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 †
