Belivaird but they're vampires!
It's their season!

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Belivaird but they're vampires!
It's their season!
Laura Peterson in the pink suit (help im obsessed)!
Belivaird but they're vampires!
Bradleylaura fanart because I'm obsessed!
Cate Blanchett in Ocean’s Eight (2018)
Evelyn Hugo & Celia St. James
Jennifer's body
Korrasami in suits!!!
Yes, they're very cute.
they're cute, that's all.
I have a bad memory
I have a bad memory A really bad memory, but I try not to focus on how bad it is, because it's really bad. I don't know hot to talk with people and so when I do talk, I forget words. I don't know why I forget so much, I'm only nineteen, I don't suppose that's how it's supposed to be. Now, just imagine someone who forget words constantly trying to write poems and poetry and everything in between, trying to communicate. Yeah, pretty hard. Maybe I'll get better someday, or just get worse. Who knows. Meanwhile, I'll keep writing whatever comes in mind, whatever I'm feeling and whatever I want. We'll see where and how it ends up. Because it doesn't matter how bad my memory is, I love to write. Sometimes when you don't know what to say, funny things come out of your brain anyway. Maybe that's just how life is, and I'm happy in living it one day at a time, one moment on it's own. Laughing and forgetting things. -Sam B.
A peste
A peste
Como uma planta, ela nasceu
Como uma planta, desenvolveu
Como uma planta, ela morreu
Morreu mesmo? Não, não morreu
Mas tão doente, sozinha e descrente
E como uma planta, consumida pela peste
Não é mais a mesma
A peste a dominou, tomou sua mente
Ela a mudou, firme e internamente
Ela lutou, ainda luta, mas está perdendo
Não importa o que faça, a peste se espalha
Ela chuta, joga o que pode e engole em seco
a dor
Mas a peste pesa, se multiplica e toma ela, com todo seu horror
A peste não se importa
Ela tira, usa, consome, maltrata, desperdiça, joga fora e recomeça seu ciclo vicioso
Não percebe seu mal tenebroso
Um dia, entretanto, quando a peste tomar tudo, ela também morrerá
Ficará sem o que tirar, usar, consumir, maltratar, desperdiçar, jogar e não terá com o que recomeçar
Sofrerá
Idiota e burra, não pensou, nem ao menos se preparou
Matou e logo em seguida morreu
Voltar atrás? Nunca mais
Mas aquela, tomada pela peste e morta lá, talvez um dia se recupere
E a vida a encontrará
A peste? Estúpida moribunda, nunca mais verá o sol raiar.