*on the phone with police after reporting a murder* no you hang up first
Shakespeare or Bacon, 1885, Alfred Edward Emslie
smile with your teeth to show that you are the predator, not the prey
Victoria Street, Manchester during the great smog, November 1953
things girls do that i love:
- become active primarily at night
- have soft, thin, waxy black wings
- use echolocation to find prey
- eat over a thousand bugs in one hour
- live in large groups in dark damp caves
- go into torpor (regulated hypothermia that can last several months) in order to survive harsh long winters
- some of them drink blood which fucking rules
