𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒: 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳, 𝙾𝙵 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃, 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴. 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚄𝙽𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙴. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙳...
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empaeth
Jun 18, 2023 11:14PM
/ idk what it is about southern gothic or going into the dynamics with people within a neighborhood / town but it’s so fun to me. i like word of mouth lore, where it’s like a big game of telephone wh...View all Conversations