goatmilkoatmilk:

Okay hi new question for everyone:

Please reblog and tag this with 1) what you consider your cultural affiliation to be and 2) if you would turn down an initial offer of refreshment (food and/or drink) in somebody else’s home. Answer options 1) Never 2) Maybe depending on how I’m feeling 3) Always

kimikaami:

Midwestern Gothic is driving 45 minutes home from one of your weekly football games. You pass through multiple towns with less than 200 people. Most of the houses barely count as houses, some, paint peeling, and others already collapsing in on themselves. You drive by one and do a double take. There’s a group of toilets in the yard, purposefully arranged in a perfect circle. For some reason. A mile farther and you’re back between the corn and soybean fields. A sign looms in the darkness assuring you that Hell Is Real. Your mother snaps at you to ‘quit gawking’ and help her watch for deer. This is home.

Are you still down there? Were you ever?