Greenhouse Ghost

people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you

you're t4t? cool, i'm actually t5t, so. one more than you. no big deal though

well other than that mrs. kennedy how was the drive

Bein’ a vampire is actually way less sexy when you consider you must now live a life without garlic knots

I’m lactose intolerant but I still eat ice cream. I’m no pussy and neither are vampires

your so smart

Dude that was over 2 1/2 years ago why are you just now responding

Are you mad at me