i love turning off lights. no need for all that

introverted but willing to discuss sapphic vampires

Coffee is good, people are generous, my sheets are soft, I can’t complain really.

the masculine urge to ride your horse into the middle of town and dramatically fall off of it revealing the serious gunshot wound in your side

i can turn anything in to metaphorical sex in my mind.. beware i have a literature critics heart

people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

The sandwich i had for lunch didnt moan and scream and squirm against my body and then become limp and pliable when i was done now did it