☽𒀭Vampdoll𒀭☾
@vampdoll.bsky.social
Vampire combat-doll with a halo of ballistic glass and tritium.
Demiled and sold as surplus.
//Untagged cognitohazards and general mental illness//
Demiled and sold as surplus.
//Untagged cognitohazards and general mental illness//
If it can get like... 85-90% of its moots on here it can finally start using twitter strictly for art and use this for its blogging instead, which would be nice....
May 12, 2025 at 6:35 PM
If it can get like... 85-90% of its moots on here it can finally start using twitter strictly for art and use this for its blogging instead, which would be nice....
it will always belong to the night, to the moon, to early morning fog. it will always be a child of the witching hour, always a daughter of the stars, always at home among its sisters; the moths and bats
September 15, 2023 at 8:17 AM
it will always belong to the night, to the moon, to early morning fog. it will always be a child of the witching hour, always a daughter of the stars, always at home among its sisters; the moths and bats
it has a pretty comfortable life now, it feels guilty longing for that feeling still. the way fog feels drawn into lungs, the way road dust settles onto a steering column, the way a fresh headline sticks to fingertips, the way the glow of a cigarette lights the night
September 15, 2023 at 8:17 AM
it has a pretty comfortable life now, it feels guilty longing for that feeling still. the way fog feels drawn into lungs, the way road dust settles onto a steering column, the way a fresh headline sticks to fingertips, the way the glow of a cigarette lights the night
sometimes home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. home can be the warm embrace of a yugoslavian parka while lying in the mud at 3 am changing a tire. a cold plastic bag of dinner leftovers from a fillipino family. broken speakers rattling out a soothing beat
September 15, 2023 at 8:17 AM
sometimes home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. home can be the warm embrace of a yugoslavian parka while lying in the mud at 3 am changing a tire. a cold plastic bag of dinner leftovers from a fillipino family. broken speakers rattling out a soothing beat
some nights the air tastes right and the moon glows in the right way and these tracks flood back into its head. it feels the itch of newsprint ink on its hands, smells rich exhaust, tastes berry menthol cough drops, feels peacefully alone
September 15, 2023 at 8:17 AM
some nights the air tastes right and the moon glows in the right way and these tracks flood back into its head. it feels the itch of newsprint ink on its hands, smells rich exhaust, tastes berry menthol cough drops, feels peacefully alone
it never cried for him, still hasn’t, just a lot of staring at the moon and thinking about what it means to be alive and what it means to die. started to see the beauty in the seasons after that. something bitter that made it notice the sweetness of life
September 15, 2023 at 8:16 AM
it never cried for him, still hasn’t, just a lot of staring at the moon and thinking about what it means to be alive and what it means to die. started to see the beauty in the seasons after that. something bitter that made it notice the sweetness of life
she beams with pride at her weaknesses, she cheers on her vulnerability, she proudly waves a banner for every little way that she’s "not enough", because for her, letting any of those things show at all was once the hardest thing she could ever imagine
September 11, 2023 at 4:36 AM
she beams with pride at her weaknesses, she cheers on her vulnerability, she proudly waves a banner for every little way that she’s "not enough", because for her, letting any of those things show at all was once the hardest thing she could ever imagine
"herself" is nothing special, nothing to make others beam with pride, nothing of note. if anything its pretty pathetic, and often an embarrassment to be around and not very good at much of anything. but it’s HER! no masking! no lies! just a girl being who she is and nothing more!
September 11, 2023 at 4:36 AM
"herself" is nothing special, nothing to make others beam with pride, nothing of note. if anything its pretty pathetic, and often an embarrassment to be around and not very good at much of anything. but it’s HER! no masking! no lies! just a girl being who she is and nothing more!
failure after failure. loss after loss. embarrassment after embarrassment. shes been broken and humiliated and ashamed. stripped of her independence and fortitude and left defenseless and needy and for once in her life SHE’S ACTUALLY HERSELF
September 11, 2023 at 4:36 AM
failure after failure. loss after loss. embarrassment after embarrassment. shes been broken and humiliated and ashamed. stripped of her independence and fortitude and left defenseless and needy and for once in her life SHE’S ACTUALLY HERSELF