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me, wearing nothing but a sheer plunge-neck ballgown that’s plastered to my skin from the rain, soaking wet and trembling with cold and fatigue as i stand outside the entrance to the castle: p-please help me ;) i’m s-so lost and s-scared ;) ;) i have no where to stay for the night ;) ;) ;)

the sexy vampire lady who answered the door, and to whom the castle belongs: of course ;) you poor thing ;) ;) come inside, you must be freezing… you may stay as long as you need to recover from your ordeal ;) ;) ;)

When the lights go out and we open our eyes,

Out there in the silence, I'll be gone, I'll be gone

Let the sun fade out and another one rise

Climbing through tomorrow, I'll be gone, I'll be gone

Love really fucking hurts

i wonder if you remember the time spent in late night conversations

I wonder if you remember the good and the bad of those times

I wonder if you saw the devil in I before it showed

I think too much

Haunted by memories and tarnished regrets

in honor of losing a legend today….

Your OC accidentally gets burnt food caked onto an expensive pan. Do they try desperately to clean it? Leave it aside and pretend to forget about it? Keep using it anyway (nasty)? Shrug and buy a new one?

i am twenty this year and that terrifies me

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned