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Better to love in hell than be heartbroken in heaven.
I care about and respect many of the regular members who post to the boards at the Vampire Rave.
Friends are welcome to my time and my inbox.
What I type below is for the fuck-wits:
If you message me, asking for weird shit, and we haven't already established meaningful contact on the public boards or through engaging in comments on my journals, I will delete your message and not reply. Even if we have chatted on the boards, and you rock up to my inbox asking for weird shit, your message is getting binned, no question.
I'm not looking for girlfriends, boyfriends or something-inbetween-friends. I don't want to drink your blood, share my blood, or do anything other than blog. I can't summon the devil, I'm crap at small talk and there's nothing you need to say in a message to me that you can't say on the boards — unless you come bearing gossip, info' or other tales of interest. And don't make shit up. I'll know!
It may seem harsh, but I'm not going to pretend the site isn't saturated with fuck-wits. And I'm tired of the sock puppets and fakers messaging me. It's time consuming and tedious. You may be awesome, but I'll probably never know. If you must get to know me, find me in my journals.
WT is one of the most loving, loyal, and fiercely protective women I've ever known. Her love for those she loves is unrelenting and is a blessing. I match it, every bit of it, for her. The odd bit of shit-posting back and forth doesn't change a thing.
I have been offered help to make my profile look prettier. Thank you. It's deeply appreciated. Of course, it is. Offering me that kindness means a lot to me, and if you know me, you know it does.
However I prefer my profile how it is. Simple and to the point.
I was playing around when I joined and didn't know what anything was. If I'd known I couldn't remove it I'd have fluffed myself up with a nice comment as well.
"Please don't make me choose. Because it will be him. It's always been him."
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Imprinting:
The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part one.
"It's like gravity. Your whole center shifts. Suddenly, it's not the Earth holding you here. You would do anything, be anything she needs. A friend, a brother, a protector."
Let's be real,
come stand by me.
Tell me what do you feel
when the evening mist curls beneath us,
soft as a secret no one else will keep.
Blood flowing, pounding—
a drum in the dark,
wild and insistent.
Your mouth finds the river of me,
lips brushing the fragile map of veins,
a slow, deliberate lick
that sets the pulse on fire.
Is this hunger or worship?
Teeth grazing skin like a promise,
not breaking,
just tasting the life that surges
for you alone.
Let the night swallow our names.
I am here—
open, trembling, unafraid.
Drink me in,
and I will drown you in return.
Tell me what you feel.
I already know the answer
beats between us.
