Im So Understimulated I Need To Sink My Teeth Into Flesh Or Something

but thats the whole fun in being their personal blood bag . posers

you all will be like “omg vampires 🤭🫣🥴🥰😍🥵” then BALK at the prospect of being nearly drained dry and killed by one. you are so fake and stupid and have no sense of adventure whatsoever. where’s the love. appreciation. because i can’t fucking see it

sad that abigail was an 18 year old girl, and we only ever saw her through the eyes of the men who saw her as a means to an end for them. we never know anything more about her than what she was to her father, to will, to hannibal. what college did abigail want to go to? what did she want to major in? what interested her? what books did she read? what music did she listen to? what was her five year plan? did she want a boyfriend, a girlfriend? what were her values? her ideals? how was her bedroom decorated?

hobbies are MURDER, SEX, AGGRAVATED ASSAULT, SELF-HARM, CANNIBALISM

eat me (flirting)

when i look up at the stars, i feel comfort. the stars are all of the souls that lived before me, who were just destined to be star-crossed lovers, like us. maybe one day, we will be stars in the same beautiful night sky. maybe we will shine together, once more.

me and who

yum

the feminine urge to be ethereal and hauntingly beautiful

We were born to die anyways

the stars know your name. they know my heart belongs to you, until the ends of time. they know how perfect you are to me.