What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day
So instead, poison them.
Hating is taking poison and waiting for someone else to die... that will only hurt me... not the person I hate.
Just a pair of fools
Gangrel jester, Malkavian priest, 14th Century Oxford, finding a connection no-one expected. They discussed the nature of their relationship, and came to the conclusion they are but fools. 😌
we really devolved as a society when we stopped using fully painted pictures on romance novels and started using cheap photoshop insteadÂ
Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
Writing for Vampire the Masquerade will have you looking up your municipality's sewer drainage system 😞
Now more than ever < 3
Made this a while ago and never posted it online. There is a lot that could be said about the topic but the fury and pain make it hard to really express anything beyond well...the urge to protect our own.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Shadows of New York - Scenery 1/?