[Slips the plane tickets to Italy under Hope I. Mikaelson’s door]

I once thought my mother was the maddest woman I’d ever seen... and here we have someone trying to outdo her.

[I notice her, brows furrowed as I observe her wink. She isn’t awkward, but rather strange and forward, too forward for my liking.]

My sister is nowhere to be found when I’m in an aggressive mood.

Acceptance is a word foreign to your vocabulary and your brain, so why not introduce you to it? x.com/warinheels/sta…

I tend to taste better. Would you like that instead? x.com/warinheels/sta…

The typo of my century [knocks my writer in the head with a candlestick]

I don’t believe that should be a complaint x.com/warinheels/sta…

You haven’t had a taste in quite some time. x.com/warinheels/sta…

Stars, hide your fires. Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Didn’t he end up dead in the end? x.com/warinheels/sta…

Your adjectives are all understatements, love. x.com/warinheels/sta…

You’re begging to become insane, aren’t you? x.com/warinheels/sta…

You are a fatal poison. You burn on my skin, you dry the blood in my veins, yet still I am suicidal. Release me, send me to hell. @WarInHeels