“Outside, the trees do their witchy dance.”
— August Kleiznahler, from Sleeping it Off in Rapid City: Poems; “Portrait of my Mother in January,”
“Outside, the trees do their witchy dance.”
— August Kleiznahler, from Sleeping it Off in Rapid City: Poems; “Portrait of my Mother in January,”
What if the sun doesn’t actually hurt vampires?
Vampires are just nocturnal, the same way we are diurnal. A vampire could go out during the day, but they would just rather be sleeping.
Vampires are just afraid of the light, the same way we are afraid of the dark. Their eyes are meant to see in the dark, so they just can’t see very well in the light. It hurts their eyes and they can’t see what’s around them, so it’s just scary.
Some vampire was probably too afraid to admit that he was afraid of the light, so he made up a fake allergy to the sun. Word got out to mortals, so we just assumed that all vampires are allergic to the sun. You know how mortals like to stereotype and whatnot.
But imagine pop, sunny vampires that are the vampire version of goth, dark humans. They like to go out in the sun and wear bright clothes, and the other vampires think it’s metal as fuck. “Oh, you know Victoria Anne III? Yeah she’s totally pop. Her friends call her Susan.”
“I take a deep breath in the rose-colored light of early morning,”
— Xiang Ming, tr. by Eugene Eoyang, from “Dawn at Prosperity Corner,”
What is to give light must endure burning.
In the mood for big open windows and light curtains flowing in the breeze while i eat fresh mango and dance around in my underwear
We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more, quiet and dark and unspeaking and unthinking and then like a shower of meteors on a cold night, we went to sleep.
why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable
the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.
• wear vanilla behind your ears and on your wrists
• light candles in the morning and let them burn throughout the day (don’t forget to blow them out if you leave or go to sleep!!)
• let yourself indulge in treats such as candy canes, marshmallows, and gingerbread
• take your time to brush through your hair
• play instrumentals from ballets such as the nutcracker or sleeping beauty
• apply lotion every night before you sleep
• watch the morning sunrise
• wear the softest clothing you have to keep warm
