ㅤㅤVampires feel less like monsters to me and more like poetry cursed to stay alive forever. Maybe that’s why I find comfort in sleepless nights, dim lights, and the quiet beauty of things that were never meant to survive the daylight.༺
French literature taught me how to romanticize chaos. Between bitter coffee, cigarettes lit at midnight, and old black-and-white films, I learned to live with emptiness as if it were a slow dance with my own melancholy.
ㅤㅤㅤAnd before I know it, you'll no longer fit in my arms, just like you did that Sunday afternoon, the first time I saw you. It will always be my baby, regardless of its size. ꫂ❁