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† Halloween again? Didn't this happen LAST year?

If I offer my life to life itself, to the life to be lived and the life to be lost, I open my eyes on a world wherein I have no meaning but wounded, lacerated, sacrificed, where the divinity, in the same way, is only laceration, execution, sacrifice.

“Look at you,” he whispers. “My monster, come to find me.”

For I am a strange new kind of in-between, aren't I? Not at home with the dead nor with the living.

We become the God whom we eat.

Once you nearly choked on the Lord’s blood— or was the blood yours?

† He's maybe alive. Maybe.

Daily Press, Newport News, Virginia, April 28, 1940

{{maaaaaaaay be coming back. maybe. who knows}}

{{of course, me coming back is almost entirely contingent upon people wanting non-recent-film versions of renfield :) bc this is not the place for that}}

{{was gently menaced by a goose earlier today, ama}}

† He is, arguably, alive. Or something approaching it.

{{happy pride to this gay bitch (renfield)}}

{{upsides to having me on discord: can watch as i lose my mind over things in real time downsides: the 'things' i lose my mind over is often a particular shanty band}}

† Maybe if he focuses hard enough, he could grow a leaf! An exciting prospect.

† Likely nothing, aside from water it from time to time. That's what's done with plants, right?

† A leaf. Like one would find on a plant.

Wilkes-Barre Times Leader, Pennsylvania, May 10, 1921

{{stares at the tl with my big wet eyes}}