i’ve no language left to say it, all i do is quake to her

when will a husband and wife who are widely rumored to be vampires invite me up to their once-gorgeous mansion which has fallen into some disrepair and then serve a beautiful meal that they barely pick at, sipping from glasses of dry red wine instead as they take turns complimenting me borderline-salaciously while shooting each other conspiratorial looks that i don’t know how to interpret before one of them insists that it’s getting far too late for me to be going back home alone and now i simply must spend the night…..

i dont think any of you understand how important i am to the plot

you ever just hand things to ur pet to sniff so they can feel included

i get voted prom queen and the mean girls drop a bucket of pig’s blood on me but i swallow it all perfectly

I miss the god complex english class gave me

Scenes of women running around the house or a field in a flowy translucent nightgown >>>>>>>