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The charming one, Gabor, attending a gala night all dressed in white and his wonderful mane cut for the occasion. Let's see who won't fall in love with him, tonight. @rozsapalota

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The vampire Gabor, walking through London's streets at night and passing as the potential victim when he's obviously the threat. @rozsapalota

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kissing with tongue is the only thing that can save us

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L’Immortelle (1963)

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PLEASE ♥ LIKE OR ⟳ REBLOG if you’re interested in writing with a highly Japanese influenced original character.

Sayaka was born in the Edo period and has been using the pseudonym Saiko since she was sold from her parents to become a yūjo. However, reaching the zenith of her career she met the Oni Tayū, who taught her the secret to immortality…

NB! The content is only for mature audiences, 21+. 

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©Philomena Famulok 

Amnesia

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“The tobacco flowers were mortally pale in the shadows. Their perfume anesthetized my reason and my conscience. Night scents are so powerful that they overcome everything less subtle, perilous and false than they are.”

— Renée Vivien, A Woman Appeared to Me (tr. by Jeannette Howard Foster), 1904

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Foxy Cradle

The place is cold and empty. We lie deep down into the ground. I can hear death working gradually around us. Milions of other bodies which died solitarily. Alone. We clasp each other even stronger. The cradle must not be stopped.

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bold what your muse can do

repost !! do not reblog !!

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock | fly a plane | train a dog/cat | fix a car | apologize | write a business letter | write in a second language | say the alphabet backwards | read music | cook complex meals | change oil | paint nails | draw | socialize | march | take apart a gun | drive a rig | operate a tank | climb a tree | rock climb | tie a cherry stem | basic first-aid | draw blood | put out a fire

tagged by: @intervieweird ( thank you 🖤 ) tagging: anyone who’s still following and sees this!

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straight vampires are so unrealistic

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💝☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity!! ☆💝 // you may be on hiatus & all, but i just gotta throw this your way. hehe ~

indeed I am on hiatus, but this warmed my heart. thank you so much 🥺❤️ ( and also, right back at you. huge, big fave ).

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Ph. Lauren Hillebrandt

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// pulling a reverse uno card here because you deserve all the love in the world 🌹

daily appreciation for @rozsapalota​ for being a fantastic human being, an amazing writer and a true beauty. i’m so blessed to be your friend luna ��️

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“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and your pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing, don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen, you are not a Greek, you are not harmonious, or the master of yourself, you are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much you have lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror, man is - particularly the artist - particularly the poet - particularly myself!”

— Hermann Hesse, Wandering (via inthenoosphere)

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I WANT IT. I WANT TO LIVE FOREVER !

Daniel was born hungry. He pushed his peas around his plate and broke the hearts of High School sweethearts and lived in starvation half his life, never knowing what could fill him.

daniel molloy  //  the vampire chronicles

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At the cemetery, 1884, Aleksey Savrasov