veganvamp - sinking teeth

carly = vegan who doesn't fit the stereotype / loves rats, olives, blood oranges / seeks knee-shaking experiences / titilated by death and decay / passionate about syllables and oddities / heart belongs to jewelry ((haunt me at veganvamp@gmail.com))
    Nov 05
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    Bug and Apple enjoy lazy days together on the back of the sofa. A perfect size for The Littles.

    Bug and Apple enjoy lazy days together on the back of the sofa. A perfect size for The Littles.

    Nov 02
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    “Emotional Champ” from New Buffalo’s Somewhere, anywhere.

    Don’t we all want this on some level?

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    withoutmelissa:

I can’t help but smile whenever I see cat or dog prints permanently etched in the sidewalk.

Ditto, indeed.

    withoutmelissa:

    I can’t help but smile whenever I see cat or dog prints permanently etched in the sidewalk.

    Ditto, indeed.

    Oct 19
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    “Made for Glory” - Landon Pigg, The Boy Who Never

    I love this. I have become an instant fan.

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    First day

    I am unemployed after working my tail to the bone for almost 5 years. The same thing happened at my previous employer 5 years ago. One corporate. One non-profit. There is no loyalty anymore. So, you have to do it - work - for how it makes you feel inside. I didn’t do that for nearly a decade.

    Today is the first day of being unemployed.

    Today is the first day of many new things.

    Today is the first day of finding happiness.

    Sep 18
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    mascarah:

Neighbor: What are you doing?Me: Waiting for her to talk to me.Neighbor: Her? (puzzled face)Me: Elle….She will someday.Neighbor: You are a weirdo.
Dog owners….don’t you ever think one day yours might just say something back?

The answer is “yes.” Until then, we will communicate telepathically.

    mascarah:

    Neighbor: What are you doing?
    Me: Waiting for her to talk to me.
    Neighbor: Her? (puzzled face)
    Me: Elle….She will someday.
    Neighbor: You are a weirdo.

    Dog owners….don’t you ever think one day yours might just say something back?

    The answer is “yes.” Until then, we will communicate telepathically.

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    My favorite beautiful gay man.

    My favorite beautiful gay man.

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    “Black & Blue” - Chris Garneau, Music for Tourists

    Air-conditioning is cold.
    Summer’s hot and love is old.
    I wish I was smaller,
    a little creepy-crawler.

    There’s lovers’ sin in this town.
    Lovers cannot lay down.
    The summer’s hot as hell here, you know.

    If we think we can drink now,
    we won’t stop ‘cause we don’t know how.
    It’s cold, but we love how it feels so right.

    I’ll sweat it all out. You sweat a lot too.
    We hurt the same, the same black and blue.

    Oh-oh, oh-oh,
    I wanna catch my death of cold.
    Oh-oh, oh-oh,
    ‘cause I’m scared of growing old.
    Oh-oh, oh-oh,
    don’t return the love I gave.
    Oh-oh, oh, oh,
    you’re still my favorite.

    Troubles win in this town.
    Troubles don’t turn upside down.
    They shit on the last bit of fun.

    There’s sin all around.
    Yeah, lovers cannot lay down,
    and the winter wears and tears at our bones.

    At night, he lays awake
    and his heart aches
    ‘cause it’s cold.

    He sweats it out all the night through.
    Then, he throws up all over me and you.

    Oh-oh, oh-oh,
    I wanna catch my death of cold.
    Oh-oh, oh-oh,
    ‘cause I’m scared of growing old.
    Oh-oh, oh-oh,
    don’t return the love I gave.
    Oh-oh, oh, oh,
    you’re still my favorite.

    Air-conditioning is cold.
    Summer’s hot and love is old.
    I was I was even smaller,
    a little creepy-crawler.

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    Prediction

    I will have baby rats within 1 week.

    Sep 01
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    “Men of Snow” - Ingrid Michaelson, Everybody

    Once I made a man all out of snow.

    He had the darkest eyes and a button nose.

    I told him all my sadness and my fear,

    and he just listened with a snowy ear.

    But, when I came around the next day,

    my friend had gone and melted all away.

    I saw his eyes lying on the ground.

    I made a sound that was something like crying.

    Oh, one day you will go away from this.

    Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow. We melt one day.

    And, winters come, and my love, the winters go.

    And, time stacks up in piles like winter snow.

    And, everything you love and hold so dear

    won’t really matter when we disappear.

    Oh, one day you will go away from this.

    Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow. We melt one day.

    Oh, one day you will go away from this.

    Oh, one day you will know we’re men of snow. We melt. You know. We’re men of snow.

    We melt one day.

    Aug 08
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    And, Apple refuses to lay down. It could be a 10-hour trip. She’d still just sit and lean.

    And, Apple refuses to lay down. It could be a 10-hour trip. She’d still just sit and lean.