Forever Loathed

Forever loathed

The pieces of our hearts shatter, the sky goes grey, the sun goes down and life moves on. But we don’t, sitting still like marble statues. Pure ethereal, beautifully serene. At least that’s how people see us, perfectly sculptured by the gods. But we aren’t; we are tainted by bloodlust. Our souls streaked with black ink, unforgivable, sinful, deadly. We are the demons of our world, dead; but alive. An insatiable hunger buried deep beneath our skin, unquenched by food, only one thing can extinguish this fiery hunger; blood, crimson, raw, nectarous and enticing, disgraceful and metallic, a truly sinful action. We are called leeches, bloodsucking scum. Unworthy of life, all for something none of us chose to be. The shell of a human. The soul of a demon. A monster. Something used in stories to scare kids. Bloodlusting brutes. We are exiled, beaten and bruised. Rejected and hated. Why? you may ask? We are hellish creatures. Immortal, eternally loathed. We are vampires. 

Written by Tara thompson. 9/9/21 10:01pm

i just thought i’d share an original story, please be nice!

i told my mother that i was bi, she told me that i don’t know what i’m talking about and that i cab’t like both because when i get in a relationship i am that wy for the rest of my life....BUT on the other side of my family when i told my dad i was bi he looked at me,shrugged, gave me a hug and said he loved me no matter what sooooo.....?????....

This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual

yesssss

One for the lads

I don’t need to be any more cursed than I already am

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

i had a breakup with a toxic ex and had a mental breakdown right after and sent my science teacher this email:

i going to fsll down stars pleae halp not comming  t clss sorry

Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.

Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something