#minapost

[poeticruin]

and she couldn't stop wondering, couldn't stop thinking about how much of a hopeless romantic she was, and yet nothing from the real world could possibly make her fall in love. but there were books. literature. poetry. art. feelings on paper. and those were the only things that could make her feel something.

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ultraviolet moodboard

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don't mind me, i'm just being the obscure, ominous, dark and devastatingly hot creature i've always been

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my life mission is to start a vampire secret club where we meet at midnight and have a fancy glass of blood while skimming through the pages of ancient-looking books that actually contain poetry and we let blood slowly drip from our fangs as we recite poems to the moon

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who's gonna be the

to my

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how am i supposed to settle for what people call romance these days, when i want someone to look at me like a priest looks at a holy icon, pray for my love like a desperate person prays with a heart full of hope and sin for me like nothing holier could ever be done?

[poeticruin]

you know what? i will misbehave. i will pin a dagger to my enemy's throat. i will commit arson. i will go insane and murder dozens of people. i will catwalk over bones. just let me get out of here first *tries to pull the blanket off but it gets stuck to my legs and i fall face first on the floor*

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fyodor kinnie identifying as crime looking for my punishment (a nikolai kinnie)