𝑨𝑵 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑼𝑫𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫.
i know what you’re thinking or what you have been thinking—madison is beautiful. she’s remarkable at writing; for the words just fall off her tongue like silk. she must be okay, maybe even excellent, extravagant. but, i’m not going to lie or put up a front for anyone. i haven’t been okay, and i’d like to think it’s okay to not be okay. most dark models are viewed as people who more than likely have their shit together. but, i do not care if this piece of mine proposes a naked vulnerability. for it is the sole purpose of being real—although me not being mortal will more than likely contradict that.
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i wouldn’t consider myself a heartbreaker—or someone that is heartless. i love. i feel. i care. and, without knowledge of it, i can be quite the addiction. i don’t know how or why, but there’s something inside my very soul that lures people to me; it incapsulates them. with me, i know i can make people feel wonderful things, let it be love, lust, passion, happiness, and more. with that being, i will make one fall in love with me. if they fall out, they will remember me. i am a tattoo that you can not remove. i am permanent. i will change your perspective on life as a whole. i will make you feel wonderful about yourself. i will let you utilize your dominance on me at times appropriate. i will love you as hard as i can; only bitter will i be if you do me wrong. for love is something i’ve only ever known. but, i am not afraid to call someone out on their bluff either. i do not sugarcoat things nor will i let anyone say or do immoral things around me. of all the abuse and pain i have endured, i do consider myself one of the strongest women to exist. now, i have to get going, for a vampiress does not stay in a mindset like this for too long. you can also swipe for a somber voice that decided to be let out last night as i indulged myself in a bath full of roses and cinnamon-scented candles. au revoir, bonne journée.