Now, I do not believe stabbing people is an okay thing to do, and I do love Doctor Seward, but if I was Renfield I would have also stabbed my psychiatrist.
no, it’s gothic girl summer. while you down patrón shots, i’ll be repeatedly catching fevers while staring virginally out into the bogs as i pine for a man without any self-respect and unironically read “the monk” by matthew lewis.
*ten minutes later, trembling feverishly" "devil! do you dare approach me?? and do not you fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head??? begone, vile insect!! or rather, stay, that I may trample you to dust! and oh! that i could, with the extinction of your miserable existence, restore those victims whom you have so diabolically murdered!!"
the yellow-eyed daemon i have cobbled together from flesh and alchemical genius: "I expected this reception. all men hate the wretched; how, then, must i be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us-"