I’m the type of mf to haunt you in your dreams

There’s a load of reasons why I’m making this blog. I know how I affect people. I know how many people I’ve inspired, how many people stare at me, how many people have talked to me in that darker voice. I know that I’m inspiring; whether I inspire terror or love is not the meaning, but it is that I inspire a passion and new flame. Nobody can deny my greatness, my unpredictable nature like that of the flickering fires that burn and scar, while giving life to the coldest rats. I am a creature fully of myself of beauty and beast fur. I scare, and I encapsulate. Almost neither are my intentions, the time where I am at my greatest.

I also, simply put, just have that look. ‘You could be a model’, ‘You’re striking’, ‘You have a unique visage’, and endless other compliments. The best way I could describe how I look is a mix of Dorian Gray from the 2009 movie, Viktor from Arcane if he had ASPD, and the man from Trenchdogs (like. the ersatz thing) before the surgery he got to connect him to his dog, and.. fucking Jerma. I look like a transgender who would run away from his castle in the medieval era just before he was going to become a princess. I look like someone who does animal sacrifices to a God no one’s ever heard about. I look like a hare, holding a secret in its snake eyes. I have soft, sharp features like the curved claw of the scorpion. 

Of course I haunt people. Those who I know, or have known, always see me in the corners of their eyes. I know what they feel. Whether it be from intuition or just seeing it, I know people see me. All the time, I’m a noticeable person. People get out of the way for me, whether they know it or not. 

I hope to manifest inspiring and striking other people’s hearts with my beautiful face. I want more of that love, of knowing I’m like an angel of rugged anguish walking down the hall. God, I’m beautiful. I love myself and I love others who know me. Who love me, whether through drawing the life across my skin, or putting their lips upon it. Either way, it’s devotion. I inspire. I haunt. I know, I know, I know.