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Hi my name is Cruella Dark’ness Dementia Raven deVil and I have split dyed ebony black hair (the other side is as pale as my skin) that reaches my shoulders and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also an orphan because Dalmatians pushed my mom off a cliff. I am gunna b a fashion designr.

I am as the poets say, a disaster.

Alright so, I've been interested in witchcraft for a while and I've finally decided to get into it. Now, the problem is every single time I start learning about something, another witch is like "IT'S BULLSHIT! DON'T FALL FOR IT!", so I'm just lost and very confused. So, can someone help out this 15 year old baby witch who wants to work with herbs, because I really don't know where to start.

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Frankenstein: That's it, I'm DONE. I'm selling my creature on eBay.

Clerval: Don't be crazy, you MADE him

Clerval: Sell him on Etsy

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Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.

Feeding the Worms by Danusha Laméris

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