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it did

thank you god for ethanol

alcohol can solve this

back to the gay vampires

"and I'll live, too. I will take everything I remember of your body and draw it onto mine, draw your freckles on with a sharpie, cover my back with your moles. maybe then I will love me the way I loved you, maybe then, I will feel deserving of the wind."
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dump of some of the stuff ive wrote in the past week. tell me ur thoughts and such

the leaves are naked, if you
think about it. the trees are
ashamed of their grain. the
branches are too thin. they
look like your arms, and you
have your arms and you are
naked and you are ashamed,
so you nod and let the trees
know they aren't alone. you
grow roots. not in the soil,
in the threes of the folds
around their eyes. in the
gaps in their teeth. you
take your roots, your filled-
with-shrapnel roots, and you
grow them in the gaps of
their teeth. you kiss them,
if they let you. if they open
their mouths. an invite is
an invite, and you only say
no to the things that don't
hurt. if it were a he you
would call yourself small
and grow a caccoon of your
skin and let him carry you.
but it's a she so you chain
your arms to the bed sides
to make sure you don't cross
them. this is vulnerability,
as a woman reminds you
that you are not a woman.
they are bare only sometimes.
humans, you mean. fabric
knows you only as a distant
acquaintance. you bend,
a swing with bones. your
roots are only roots in the
sense of searching, grasping
the soil calls you a stanger. you
would scream if you had lungs.
you swallow light instead. this
will happen again. it's happened
once and you always so easily
call your heart broken some
would think it's just shards
of meat. it didn't happen. the
green only glowed in your
mind. you say let it go. you
are afraid it means you. it
doesn't. in order to be gone,
you would have to be here
first.

a promise to myself: i will keep visiting the sea. each year, a different beach, a different body of water. and each year, i will feel lighter, and the wind will feel stronger, until at last i find myself racing dandelions to the horizon

take the roads, the bends. the pendulum of lights coming, going. fall in love with the asphalt, draw a map of the discolorations, the tiremarks, the bumps. this is what you were made for. count the lightpoles until you fall asleep, dream of running on their wires. wake and resume counting. your body was meant to have wheels, you think. you were never supposed to stand still. you were never supposed to dare to call a thing home. keep counting the lightpoles, pray they will fall in love with you eventually

straw tongue....

"They do not seem to have ribcages. They have teeth like a shark's, jagged and multi-rowed, and their throats contain nothing more than a large, tubular tongue. They use these teeth to tear open the throats of victims, then clamp onto the wound with their tongue to drain the blood. In this manner, a vampire can completely drain a human of blood in about ten minutes and can do so cleanly. A vampire's gut grows large and bloated when it feeds."

but the coolest vampires ive ever seen r still the ones in the magnus archives

i say, in the most normal way one could possibly say that sentence

getting your blood sucked out must feel so good

i wasn't aware this was a horror show

omg this lestat fucker has a french accent

actual jumpscare

omg why did no one warn me that they're French

ok grandma let's get you to bed