let me kiss the curse away

Garrett Hedlund is so underrated...

James patrick March I freaking love you

you’ve met me at a very vampiric time in my life.

vampires who see blood drinking as an intimate act. you're giving yourself fully to them, putting your fragile, fleeting human life in a monster's hands. and it is erotic--their tongue trailing down the slope of your neck, your pulse thrumming beneath skin, practically calling to them... the bliss when their fangs sink in, puncturing your flesh, blood dribbling down their chin. you inhale sharply and they groan, eyes closing, savoring the warm metallic taste rushing down their throat. the sound of them gulping down your life essence, drinking greedily, unable to stop... an arm clasping your waist, the other holding your back steady to them as they feed. and they don't want to let go--you taste so, so delicious; you taste alive. to deprive themselves of such bliss is torture. but your pulse grows weaker beneath their fangs, and your hands are starting to tremble, so they must detach from your neck, not before making sure to clean their mess with their tongue. and when they see the perfect bite marks left on your neck, your body practically begging to be fed from again? it's no wonder a vampire can get drunk on their human's blood.

crying bc i won’t ever be with billy idol

men need to be androgynous little rock sluts again. hair gel and cheap black nail polish are still sold in stores. chop chop