#iwtv#interview with the vampire#the vampire armand#assad zaman
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@dvcems!
“ Nobody cares about virginity in this country. It went out of style in the 50's ; and trust me, honey, it ain't making a comeback. ”
@phoebesmatthews
The sky was dark and his eyelids heavy, with the dark circles drawn underneath bright azure eyes, marked by sleepless nights, leaving his mind no other option than to wander endlessly into the distorted realm of fatigue. Always on the run from the mundane, the ordinary and everything reminding him of how bleak the world could be. Preferences were set on the sight of a darkening horizon over an even space, through the windows and in the reflection of the red rays ricocheting from clear glass fronts and building façades.
His venture was a brief one, down a familiar path. It was just one of many rooftops. It was a place where his mind could melt into a pool of misery, where he could let sorrow swallow him up and devour him with great hunger. Sneaking up the staircase, until the heavy metal door came into sight. It was partially ajar, nothing more than a crack, to let some of the light of night time shine through and draw a faint shadow against the wall of the foreign building’s interior. His brows furrowed briefly, as a silent step took him further and the door was opened a crack. It screeched. Loud enough to inform whoever had decided to choose this rooftop as their night’s residence, of his likely unexpected arrival. One step out and a gentle breeze greeted him with a cold kiss, as azure irises wandered around restlessly, his vision blurring whenever they lingered on a spot for a little too long.
Assim que chegou na frente do único banheiro químico aparentemente fechado, Spencer desligou o telefone. Para, enfim, conversar diretamente com a garota. - Você está viva aí dentro? - Perguntou do outro lado da porta. - Okay, percebi agora que você ainda não me disse seu nome? - brincou, rindo baixo, enquanto liberava a trava que impedia a garota de abrir a porta.
#you'RE SO PUNK METAL
Haha, thanks Phoebe. My hair looks like a poodle when i don't do anything with it. As you can see in that photo.
