terrifying monstrosity: who could possibly love me when I am a terrifying monstrosity me, stretched out on the table in front of them with a rose between my teeth: well
Men are so underwhelming. Give me a rose. Sing to me. Come into my dressing room through a two way mirror. Find a mannequin that looks like me and dress it up like a bride. Meet me in the graveyard and pretend to be my dead father. Burn down the Opera House. Impress me you fools
young me, horrified: who are you?? current me, sipping on a martini made from only the finest vodka, wearing a smile that could easily be mistaken for a snarl: i’m you but bitter
concept: you awaken in the middle of the night in a beautiful manor, the canopy bed above you carved in delicate designs. the silk draping downwards blowing slightly from the opened window. the scent of the fireplace lingers in the room, wood still burning dimly mixed with the faint smell of perfume and clean cotton sheets. thunder rumbles in the distance, the sky dark. you rise to linger by the window and inhale the fresh rain. your skin prickles from the cold air. you are at ease with no burdens. you wait and listen for the storm to pass.