la danse macabre.

i'm pretty stuffed on bullshit.

[unholywxrsa]

MURDER HOUSE. OUIJA BOARD. ASHES.

[vaenities-blog]

    "THIS PLACE is so fucking boring,       would someone  p l e a s e  stab me?"

[vaenities-blog]

[fuckoffstraightpeople-blog]

occupation: the family disappointment

[bloedend-a]

 “ It’s the Christmas spirit. I didn’t get to     raw someone under the mistletoe. ”     No it’s not. Do not believe him.

[vaenities-blog]

   "WELL, Christmas is still a month      away, you'll  get  your  chance  by      then. Yelling like a fucking psycho      won't get you anywhere, though."   

[bloedend-a]

                      “ I WANT TO STAB SOMEONE RIP THEIR GUTS OUT                          AND CHEW THEM AND FUCKING SWALLOW THEM                          IN I WANT TO RIP THEIR BODY OPEN AND CRUSH                          THEIR ORGANS AND THROW THEM AGAINST THE                          WALL WORTHLESS FUCKING DIRTY BLOOD ALL                          OVER ME AS INSANITY TAKES OVER ME. I WANT                          THEM TO SCREAM IN TERROR, I WANT TO HEAR                          THEM PLEAD FOR THEIR LIVES I WANT TO PULL                          OUT THEIR VEINS AS STRINGS AND PLAY THE                          SONG OF DEATH I WANT TO MAKE THEM CRY                          AS I BREAK EACH BONE ONE FOR ONE. THE                          MALICIOUS CRACKING SOUNDS OVERW-                          HELMING ME AS I SQUEEZE THE BLOOD                          EMPTY FROM THEIR INTESTINES, MA-                          KING IT RAIN NOTHING BUT CARNAGE                           AND DREAD.  ”

[vaenities-blog]

     "COULD you tone your bullshit down?        Anyway, If you wanted carnage, you've        come to the right place — just  c h i l l."

[vaenities-blog]

( tate )

「†」

       Since the girl didn’t tell him to go        away yet, Tate allowed himself to        approach her a bit. ❝But if I hide        myself too well, you won’t spot me        …And we wouldn’t be talking.❞        His tone was more natural now, but        he still was choosing his words carefully.

  THE SOUND of footsteps  approaching       beckoned her gaze  his  way and  Violet       finally  allowed   him  a   glance   before        focusing back on her book.  No  remark       was made —  her  silence speaking  for       her consent. "What  do you want, then?       Obviously you wanted my attention and       you have it now so,  tell  me  Tate.   But        don't bullshit me this time."  

[charaznable]

my talents include staying up till 3 am and and forgetting not to swear in front of children

[vaenities-blog]

probably going to be here all night so. like this for a starter!

[petrova]

From blood and pain come perfection.

[childwhimsyaf]

[me-gustadesnuda]

[macklemack-deactivated20140719]

50 shades of dark circles under my eyes

[vaenities-blog]

      "WHAT are you doing here? You're           not human — I can smell that.  &  it          fucking reeks."

[interfiicio-deactivated20150501]

「†」

       Well, it seemed he had been spotted.        Hesitating a bit, the ghost walked out        from behind the curtains, where he had        been watching her for a while. It may        sounds creepy, but that was the only        way he found to be near Violet without        bothering her.

❝—Hey…❞ His voice was weak and low.

[vaenities-blog]

   "YOU really ought to find better hiding       spots, Langdon — if you want to keep       on watching me." Her own was strong,       teasing the dead boy  as  he  revealed       his presence to her. Still Violet did not        even bother to look up from her book.       She had not decided what to make of        him just yet.

[resxlute-deactivated20150210]

          the analyst blinked at the quite rude greeting she           had received from the young woman in the living           room. she really hoped she hadn’t walked into            some stranger’s house.

              ❛ um … i’m looking for Dr. Harmon? ❜

[vaenities-blog]

      "SORRY, but  Dr. Harmon  isn't  home,          he's probably  screwing  his student —          who  knows?" Little  ghost  replied with          a shrug, leaning her  back   against  the          wall, honey hues fixed on the impudent          wanderer. "You one of his patients?"

[mxrdrake-deactivated20180613]

"Your tongue is leaden with lies, girl.” His tone was sharp, like a teacher rapping her knuckles with a ruler. “Stay away from him. It can smell him lurking… he is dangerous.” Moving to the window, he gazed out onto the street. “This is a beautiful house, despite the horrors that cling to the walls like a grime you cannot scrub away.”

[vaenities-blog]

   SHE BARELY stifles her laugh, letting        it freely erupt from her throat, unfazed        by the man's sharp words. Out  of  all        the ghosts residing in the house,   she        probably is the last one to be afraid of        the dead psychopath. "Whatever  you        say,  man."  Another   shrug,   another        small huff. "Tell me about it.  Blood  is         a fucking pain to scrub off,  especially        on these rotten floorboards."

[vampire93-deactivated20140617]