molten light chad vangaalen | vampire smile kyla la grange | demon daughters phantom planet | spine (mmix) loch lomond | your lips are red st vincent | control halsey | monster meg myers | fresh blood eels | eat raw meat = blood drool editors | i can’t control myself the horrors | barton hollow the civil wars | satin in a coffin modest mouse | a handsome stranger called death foe | devil town bright eyes | they are night zombies sufjan stevens | passage vienna teng | howl florence + the machine | damn these vampires the mountain goats | black dirt sea wolf | let’s kill tonight panic! at the disco | blood makes noise suzanne vega | zombie natalia kills | save our city ludo | bloodletting (the vampire song) concrete blonde | lovely creature nick cave & the bad seeds | bad moon rising mourning ritual
cover art by @isozyme who loves me & tolerates ghosts
Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you. And if it were opened, would anything be set free? No. For the impenetrable prison with the impossible lock is your own head.
broken bottles[silversun pickups]family[noah gundersen]nothing but trouble[phantogram]evil friends[portugal. the man]for the pier(and dead shimmering)[sunset rubdown] stork and owl[tv on the radio]terrible things[brick + mortar]the golden age[woodkid]turn the dirt over [sea wolf]creep in a t-shirt [portugal. the man] flip[glass animals]locked in a cage[brick + mortar]
Back-bent head against your chest, she’s shaking but you can’t tell if it’s because your hands are doing something right or completely wrong. She tastes of honeysuckle and soft innocence; she tastes of home.
In the afternoon light her skin looks golden and you don’t know how to hold her without leaving dirt stains behind. Your wolf hands surround her like holding prey; she falls limp into you. She is soft whimpers and spine curling into you. She is almost inaudible. You question if she’s even there at all.
How do you tell her that a wild thing never once learned to love? Do you tell her how you chased beautiful things down rabbit holes and only came out with scars? That your fox-sharp tongue never once tasted something so soft?
Skin brushes against the dampness of the forest floor. She turns to you with a wetness on her face like morning dew and tree-sap. She turns to you chap-lipped and pink-cheeked and before you know it she is gone in an afternoon daze.
H O U N D. mix inspired by the heavy heart of an ancient hound.
I.daisy by brand new // II.illuminated by hurts // III.i’ll be good by jaymes young // IV.heart of stone by iko // V.running with the wolves by aurora // VI.blue lips by regina spektor // VII.bad news by bastille // VIII.black dirt by sea wolf // IX.the other side by woodkid // X.warrior by beth crowley // XI.unconsolable by x ambassadors // XII.when the darkness comes by shelby merry // XIII.ache by twigs // XIV.coming home by skylar gray
Victory Dirt Wolf - I bought a single when this was first released and was so impressed I planned on buying a lot more. For some reason that never happened, but once it started to show up again I made sure to seek it out. Not as unique and Hop Ranch, but I like it a bit better.