I read The Queen Of The Damned when I was 15 and absorbed Akasha and Armand haunt their respective boy toys to the point Daniel was on the floor snot nosed driven to madness begging Armand to leave him alone as a metaphor for AIDS and I turned out fine
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Caleb 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 🏳️⚧️
Don't put Nosferatu discourse on MY DASH. I don't wanna see. I'm so sick of everything sanitized that you all cant handle a little Mary Shelley action. If it were up to me everything would be emotionality repression death and passion Wuthering Heights fucked up. Dorian Gray bounce on it crazy style
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