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𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑓 <3

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Hey mommy, i'm a clown (;

🥀𝓦𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚.🥀

Finn Wittrock as Dandy Mott in American Horror Story: Freakshow.

Dandy is the masterpiece from Freak Show.

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[lipglossangelll]

𝑎𝚑𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

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𝚑𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑟 ౨ৎ (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

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𝚑𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑟 𖦹 (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡)

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𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝚑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 ♡ (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

𝑘𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟 𐙚 (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 ໒꒱ (𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡)

𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛 ✮ (𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

𝑘𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟 𐙚 (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡)

𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 ♡ (𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡)

𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑥 𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ✮ (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛 ᢉ𐭩 (𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

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[lipglossangelll]

˖°𓇼⋆🐚 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

ꪆৎ: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝚑𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝚑𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝚑𝑡, 𝑤𝚑𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑐𝚑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠. 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝚑𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑠𝚑, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝚑𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑦𝑘, 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝, 𝑐𝚑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑠

You sat down resting your back against one of the supports holding up the boardwalk above you. The waves crashed up onto the shore just enough to dampen the bottom of your shoes.

Unzipping your bag, you pulled out a pencil and a paper and rested it on your lap. A cold winter breeze blew in making you shiver and squint as you looked out into the foggy grey waters that reflected the sun which was now setting behind the horizon.

In the summer, the cape was a popular vacation spot. Beautiful beaches, warm weather and perfect little cottages that lined the streets. In the winter it was left empty. Only locals and people looking to get away from the busy life of the city stuck around. That was exactly your plan. Leave New York for a while and hide out someplace peaceful. You were an art student in your second year of collage and you thought it might be inspiring.

Your pencil touched the paper lightly and began moving. Your eyes flicked back and forth between your paper and the scene before you, trying to replicate the view.

“No.” You whispered to yourself before crumpling the paper and grabbing a new one.

The crumpled paper began flying through the air, carried by the breeze.

“Shoot.” You said getting up quickly and running after the paper. You were never one to litter.

The wind slowed and so did the paper as it gracefully danced in the air before falling to the sandy ground.

You picked it up and turned to walk back to your spot on the beach when the sound of rustling in the tall grass caught your attention. Your head whipped over and you stepped closer attempting to get a look at the cause.

Your hope was that it would be a deer. You had read that they were native to here.

You kept your distance, but pushed some of the grass to the side. That’s when a figure came into view. Someone hunched over, wearing black with no hair. They were facing away from you, but you could tell how pale they were from the top of their head.

You stumbled back quickly. Another reason people stayed out here in the winter was because of drugs and you weren’t about be killed by a meth head on the beach.

Your feet carried you quickly back to your spot and you gathered up your art supplies, stuffing them into your bag before speed walking away from the beach.

The sun was set completely now and the lamp posts came on, illuminating your surroundings. You were slightly out of breath but kept a quick pace as you walked through the cemetery which was on the way to your house.

Then, another sound. You paused for a moment. Surly it was just someone on a walk. It wasn’t the middle of the night or anything. It got dark early in the winter so it wouldn’t be unusual for people do be out at this time. You were after all. But that person at the beach had shaken you up.

You scanned the cemetery, looking around for a sign of someone and that’s when you noticed someone up ahead. They looked fairly normal. Not bald nor pale and dressed in a long black coat.

You sighed and continued walking. The view of the person become more clear as you approached them.

They turned and looked at you. It was a man. You recognized him from around town. He and his family lived a couple houses down from the one your parents had rented out. He was some kind of writer or something.

“Hello.” You said politely.

“Hey.” He nodded his head at you.

He looked nervous. He looked around before turning his attention back to you.

“You shouldn’t be out alone in the dark.”

“Oh don’t worry about me. I’m heading home right now actually.” You said. Maybe you shouldn’t be talking to a stranger in a grave yard in the dark.

“I can walk you if you’d like.” He said as you were about to walk away.

You thought for a moment. He seemed nice enough. He had a daughter after all, but still the man at the beach had put you in a weird mood. Maybe it would be nice to have some company though.

“If you don’t mind.” You shrugged.

“Not at all.”

You started walking again, along side him this time.

“My names Harry.” He spoke.

“Y/N”

You exited the grave yard onto a street.

“So what were you doing in a creepy cemetery at night?” You smiled.

Before he could answer a figure appeared behind him, making you jump back and gasp. It looked like the same man from the beach though this time you could see his face. He was inhumanly pale and his movements were abrupt and jerky.

“What the hell.” You said which caused Harry to turn around.

You turned away and began walking faster down the street but Harry called out to you.

“Hey!” He followed after you grabbing your wrist.

“It’s alright they won’t bother you if you’re with me.”

You yanked your arm away looking up at him confused. The man was still standing staring but didn’t move any closer to the two of you. You kept looking back at him though.

“What the hell is that?” You said keeping you voice down.

He just shook his head.

“Why don’t you come to my house. It’s not safe out here right now.” He said and began walking.

You were shocking and didn’t quite understand what was happening. Was it some kind of ploy to get you inside? You followed anyways not wanting to risk being alone with that thing.

You followed Harry up the steps of an old looking house with blue shutters.

“Wait a minute.” You said stopping before entering the front door.

“I need an explanation. What was that thing?” Your voice was raised.

Harry’s eyes drifted behind you and you turned around. Now there were more. All of them pale and hairless wearing similar clothes. They kept distance but looked like they would pounce the second you were alone. One of them opened their mouth, revealing sharp teeth stained red from what you prayed wasn’t blood.

“You need to come inside.” Harry looked back at you. There was an urgent tone to his voice and you decided you trusted him more than those things outside.

Harry shut the door behind you quickly, locking it.

“Seriously what is going on!” You shouted your voice.

“Listen.” He said looking down at you intensely.

“My wife and daughter aren’t home right now. You can stay here till morning.”

“I don’t understand.” You shook your head.

He paced back and forth for a moment as if he was contemplating something. Then he stopped and looked at you again.

“There’s this pill.” He started, combing his hair back out of his face with his hand.

“They’re drug addicts?” You questioned.

“No. No not exactly.”

“It makes you…” He paused thinking for a moment.

“It enhances your talents. But if you’re talentless, and you take it, you turn into one of those.” He pointed to the locked door.

There wasn’t any way to say it without sound crazy.

“That makes no sense.” You shook your head more.

“It’s fine. You don’t need to believe me. Just don’t go back outside.”

You bit your nails nervously, contemplating this impossible explanation he had given you.

“Did you take it? The pill? I mean you’re a writer right?” You asked.

“Screenwriter.” He nodded.

you sat down on the couch looking down at your hands.

“If you’re not lying, if this pill really makes you talented….” You paused.

“Do you think i could have some?”

Harry looked at you like you were the crazy one before he began to shake his head.

“No.” He sat down putting his head in his hands.

“Look.” You said pulling your sketch book from your bag.

You placed it on the table and he looked up flipping through the many years of drawings. He closed the book.

“You are talented-“ You cut him off before he could finish.

“Then what’s the problem? I won’t end up like one of those things outside.”

You looked back at the door before turning back to harry.

“You don’t understand. There’s side effects.” He pushed the sketch book back to you.

“Like what? Those things won’t bother me right?

“Yes. But also...” He sighed

“There a hunger that comes with it.” He explained.

“That’s not the worst thing ever.”

“No you don’t understand.” He stood up quickly.

“You’ll need blood. Human blood.” His voice was lower now

“It’s not worth it.” He shook his head.

You sat there stunned.

“Human blood? Like to drink?” You were beginning to feel sick.

“Have you…” You stood up slowly.

“I didn’t want to. Trust me.” Harry looked down at the floor.

You walked backwards till you reached the front door.

“Stop. Don’t go out there.” Harry put his hands out in an attempt to stop you but you quickly opened the door and stepped out running out into the street.

The creatures were gone so you continued down to your house. You barely walked a meter before you heard footsteps coming from all around you. They were emerging from the darkness. Even more of them than before. And they were closing in on your quickly.

“Get away.” Your words came out as a sob

“Hey!” Harry called from behind you walking in between two of the creatures to you. They suddenly stoped approaching.

Tears flowed down your face as you rushed toward him. He pulled you into a hug.

“Shhh it’s ok.” He stroked your head trying to clam you down.

“I feel like i’m going crazy.” You sniffled, grabbing onto him tightly.

“I won’t let them hurt you. You just gotta trust me.” He reassured.

You nodded and followed him back to his house making sure to stay close. He kept his hands on your lower back the whole time. There were butterflies in your stomach but you couldn’t tell if it was from the fear or his touch.

“You can stay in my daughter’s room. I’ll be close by.” You followed him up the stairs and down a hall.

The two of you entered the room and he moved quickly towards the windows shutting them and closing the curtains though you could still see their silhouettes made clear by the lamp posts.

“I don’t want to be alone.” Your voice was quiet as you peered out the windows.

“Can you stay?” You turned your head back to Harry.

“Please.” A tear fell from your eyes.

“i’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You noticed him look down at the ring on his finger for a split second.

A muffled growl came from outside and you jumped.

“Ok ok i’ll stay.”

He sat down next to you on the bed.

“When you were in the cemetery, what were you doing.” You asked hesitantly.

He looked down.

“I was trying to find someone.” He explained vaguely.

“For blood?” You said and he nodded.

“Would you hurt me?” Your voice trembled.

“No. I promise.”

“Were you going to? At the cemetery?” You asked.

He just looked down shaking his head slightly.

“I only kill people no one will miss. People who deserve it.” He explained.

“Does your wife know?”

“No.

“Your daughter?”

He inhaled sharply and then nodded.

“She took one when I wasn’t looking. Now she wants to get rid of her mom. Saying she’s no use to us anymore.” He rubbed his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You looked to him making eye contact.

Your eyes fell to his lips. You weren’t sure if this feeling was just because he had saved you, but something compelled you to him.

You leaned closer and he did too, closing the gap between the two of you. Your lips connected and his hands moved to your waist pulling you into him. You felt his teeth graze lip before biting down. You pulled away quickly as a metallic taste entered your mouth. Your brought your finger up to your lips and looked down at them. Blood was left on your fingertips.

“I’m sorry.” Harry said breathing heavily. He was looking at the blood on your finger.

“It’s ok.” You said and he grabbed your hand brining your fingers to his mouth.

He licked the blood from your fingers.

“Harry.” You stared at him eyes wide and bloody lips parted. You were scared, but you couldn’t pull away.

He leaned back in kissing you again, hungrier this time, tasting the blood that coated your bottom lip.

“Harry.” You spoke again, against his lips.

His grip on your body tightened as his hands moved up to your jaw holding your face. He moved back looking at you.

His pupils were dilated, and some of the blood from your lips had transferred to his.

“I’m sorry.” He looked away running his hand through his hair.

“I promised i wouldn’t hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. Im not hurt.” You said holding onto his arm.

“Are you sure?” He said bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. You leaned your head into his touch and nodded up at him.

“Thank you again for earlier.” You said wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his chest.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said kissing the top of your head.

If he wasn’t already in trouble, he was now.

𝚑𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠! 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 🌊

[lipglossangelll]

🦷・₊✧ ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

ꪆৎ: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠. 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝚑𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝚑𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝚑𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑦 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝚑𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝚑𝑜𝑙, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝚑, 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦

You sat on the couch next to harry who was typing up his new ‘great story idea’ on his laptop. Your feet rested on his lap while you laid back against a soft throw pillow.

“I’m hungry.” You said grabbing Harry’s attention away from his work.

“You just ate baby.” His thumb brushed over your ankle.

“Not that kind of hungry.” You sat up, crisscrossed next to him.

He had known what you meant the first time but had been in denial ever since you took the pill. He never meant for it to happen. Unfortunately, one day while he was out with his wife you found the little bag of black pills and took one. Ever since then your art work had improved greatly so you couldn’t really complain about the side effects, no matter how bloody.

“Alright. Let me just finish this chapter and then i’ll take care of you.”

You smiled at him and cuddled into his side.

15 minutes passed and he shut his laptop placing it on the coffee table.

“There’s someone selling old books a few streets over. We can go there.” Harry said getting up off the couch.

You stood next to Harry on an old wooden porch of a small house that looked like it had been through a tornado or something. The paint was peeling and the porch creaked every step you took. The owner could definitely use the money from the books they were selling. Too bad they wouldn’t be getting any.

“I think you should wait in the car.” Harry said, pressing the door bell.

He was always so protective over you. You liked that about him. But this time you didn’t want to have to wait in the car.

You shook your head.

“I’ll be fine.” The door opened revealing a middle aged man. He was slightly overweight and had a beer in hand. Definitely not the type anyone would miss too badly.

“We’re here for the books.” Harry said with a nervous tinge to his voice.

“Come on in. They’re in the living room.” The man’s eyes were locked on you, barely making eye contact with harry as he spoke.

Harry looked at you before entering the house giving you a reassuring nod.

“This your daughter?” The man asked looking back to eye you up and down as he walked through the house. The inside was even more disheveled if that was possible. Beer cans discarded on tables and clothes thrown messily on the ground. It smelled like sweat and cigarette smoke.

“I’m his girlfriend.” You spoke for the first time. There was an age gap, but not enough for you to be his daughter.

The man turned and smirked at Harry. You began to feel uncomfortable.

He looked at you and chuckled before stopping in the living room.

“Here you go. Take a look through them.” He placed a cardboard box filled to the brim of old books on the couch.

“Can i get you anything sweetheart. Water?” The man said licking his lips. He was invading your space a bit too much.

“That’s alright. Thank you.” You politely declined.

“You sure? A pretty girl like you needs to stay hydrated.” He chuckled again.

“She’s fine.” Harry said placing a hand on your lower back.

“My bad.” The man said putting his hands up in the air.

“Wouldn’t hurt you to share though.” he spoke again under his breath.

“What was that?” Harry said stepping closer to the man. He looked mad now.

“I’m just saying. I’m not the one dating a teenager.” The man said a bit louder this time.

You weren’t a teenager though. You were a mature adult with a job, your own nice place. This guy couldn’t say the same. Especially with the way his house was literally rotting inside and out.

Harry looked back at you before turning back to the man. You watched as he reached Into his back pocked and pulled out a small knife before swiftly slashing the man’s throat. He choked for a moment, wrapping his hands around his bleeding neck and then fell to the ground with a thud.

You got on your knees immediately connecting your mouth to the blood flowing down his neck. The warm liquid filled your mouth, quenching a thirst water never could. You drank until the bleeding slowed. You stood back up looking at harry.

“Thank you.” You said slightly out of breath.

“Anything for you angel.” He said wiping a bit of blood from your bottom lip and putting it in his mouth.

“Now let’s move him to the beach.”

[vimtar]

Why I Started Writing Poetry

I’d say to start off that poetry is a great way to pour your emotions out, you can really become yourself more by writing. Now, over with that soppy stuff and moving on to some more physical reasons: Firstly, I always enjoyed English in school and we always studied poetry, I found it a difficult topic but liked that it challenged me. I went on to study English Lit in college (junior/senior for…

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