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And yet... one dream can undo years of emotional progress.
I was in my bedroom.
My mom tells me someone is downstairs looking for me.
I go to the front door.
No one there.
I run outside.
It's raining hard.
No one there.
I go back inside.
The house is backwards.
I sit on the couch.
You walk through the door.
You're wearing this huge black coat.
You smile at me, and tell me your dad is dead.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what reaction you want.
You sit down beside me.
You ask me why I ran away from you.
I don't know what to say.
You sink down beside me.
Your head slowly slumps down onto my shoulder.
You're wet from the rain.
You feel so thin.
You're shaking.
I reach my hand slowly towards your face.
I'm afraid to touch you.
Sometimes you have to give people space to either reach for the sun, and grow or wilt away in darkness. That's a personal choice, that's on them, it's not your fault. It's a very hard lesson to learn that you can love someone more than anything in this Universe, but you can't help people who won't help themselves, and sometimes the only person you can save is yourself. I couldn't save you, but I could save myself... from you.
Someone's trauma does not give them the right to destroy you, and letting them destroy you does not prove you love them.
lol I remember as a kid staying with my grandparents for the summer in Arizona was when I got a He-Man action figure, before there was a cartoon. I thought it was cool to use to draw muscles for comics..lol
01:43 Apr 08 2026 Times Read: 276
My soul... hurts.
That's the only way to describe it. You move on, you find joy, find happiness, live your life, do amazing things, but still... in the very quiet, when it's just you inside your own head, there's that ever persistent, ceaseless echo from the deepest core of your being.
And it fucking hurts.
Always.
being someone with a long history of mental health issues, depression and borderline personality disorder...yes..being alone gives me way to much time to think, and thinking too much isnt good..I often have many different things going to put background noise on to distract
When someone buys you a plushie knife... they might get you.
Or maybe that's just me xD
I think it's more the gesture of, "Hey, you're crazy knife girl, but I dig it, and I don't want to change you or whitewash you or beige you down into what I want you to be," kinda sentiment that I enjoy~
Some people, maybe most people, just want you to be as fucking fake as they are.
Plushie knife fucking adorable🐇🔪💗
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