Mari Lucioli

My blog is a safe space for the cursed, the damned, and those marked for death. Wronged lovers and unfulfilled enemies. Brides who came back wrong and pianists with the hands of murderers. Decadent poets buried in shallow graves. Unavenged ghosts. And. Draculas. 

mistakes are so normal and human and inevitable and necessary and real. if i make one however please put me to death

when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.

i do not consume art btw it consumes me and its teeth are scary sharp

pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

Everything's gonna be fine and it's not negotiable.

Thank god for titties and pasta

"Villain era," I hiccup between sobs as I'm forced to assert basic boundaries for my mental well being.