✿ fire of my loins.

                              ❝Perhaps, but I find the ones who are most enthralled                               by the dead are the living — I wonder if vice versa is                               true. I guess it depends on what dead things you’re                               studying. Ah, well, that’s fine. I think I cursed many a                               difficult subject in my time. Frustration isn’t a sin.❞

         she isn't like most women and certainly not like most people.          she's seen death before, felt it deteriorate her porcelain skin and          burning her loins until she was nothing but maggot food and a          source of life to plants. to cut it short, she's been dead and she          knows there's nothing for her on the other side other than darkness          and pain which was why she arranged a second chance. perhaps          that's why she avoids wasting her time with the dead, it brings back          bad memories.               '  depends on which category of the living you're referring                 to, some people are more curious than others. it's okay,                 not your fault probably. i'm sure many people would be                 able to identify those constellations, people whom have                 had good parents to take them campin', at least. but that's                 a little bit out of subject. what's your name ?  '

            ❝ The words ‘I already told you' imply a meeting when                 you told me something. So cut the crap or I’ll give you                 a few shocks to encourage your truthfulness. ❞

     '  i said that because you literally told me the same          thing twice and i've answered the same thing twice,         as welll. you're just being paranoid. -- and would you         really hurt a child ??  '              eyelashes flutter as thin brows knit together, and              the demon can't help but scoff, shaking her head as              she does so.                             '  what a fucking psycho.  '

(☾☆) — Rosemary seems to be having bad luck with people sneezing in her face. Believe it or not this is the second time this happened in the course of one week. Like before she was stunned from how grossed out she felt and couldn’t even make a sound.

  olive hues make their way towards the shorter blonde, she was going to   apologize but once she notices the expression of disgust on the other's face   daisy can't help but feel a little bit offended. arms cross over her chest as   she turns completely to face this girl.               '  do you even know how many people would pay me                  to sneeze in their faces ??  '

            ❝ You are very clearly expression familiarity.                 And considerable amounts of resentment. ❞

       '   creepy. -- i have no idea of what you're referring to.  '     eyes shift from side as her shoulders raise briefly, if there's     something she's good at other than murder that would be lying.     of course she remembers this woman. how could she ever forget ?

            ❝ Well obviously you know me, but I don’t know you. ❞

        '  how could you possibly be so sure that i'm            familiar with you, lady ??  '

          “—— your hair looks bad, and your shoes don’t match.”

   '  clearly you're not the best with women, are you ?       mind your manners, at least. and you might have       aggravated sight problems, darling. i look fabulous.  '

            ❝ Who even are you? ❞

          '   i don't know how to answer that just yet.   '

Everywhere I go Everyone I know are gonna be like: 'What you've got to say, What are you gonna do with your life?’ 

            ❝ It means chill out. And stop being so loud. ❞

           '   whatever. -- i'll chill out when you stop looking at me                with pity in your eyes. do i look like i need help ?  '