Next Time You’ll Know Better
Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?
Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?
Well, have you?
Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?
This took me a second
FUCK ITS BACK
Madonna Inn bathrooms
My level of sarcasm’s gotten to a point where I don’t even know if I’m kidding or not.
Every time I see someone spread that bit of trivia that “the Tower of Terror was struck by lightning during construction” I laugh, because it implies that it’s not something that happens all the time.
Yep, and it’s also Disney’s second largest building at 199 feet.
Lady and the Tramp (1955) concept art by Eyvind Earle
Elsa making her dress in 60FPS for anonymous
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each Haiku (via fuckinq)
"The wildest request that ever came to anybody through Irving, this one fella sent Irving a black leather pony outfit, now, with a hood that looked like a horse’s head and he wanted me to get down on all fours on the floor and Paula put this thing on me and I was covered head to foot, eyes and all. And I thought, ‘What in the world!? He wouldn’t even know it was me under there!’"
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