Fille. 21. Born on the wrong continent. Likes the sound of wind blowing and the smell of rain. Dreamer. Lover of serendipity.
It was with a feeling of personal pride that I could see a faint tinge of colour steal back into the pallid cheeks and lips. No man knows till he experiences it, what it is to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the veins of the woman he loves.
Dracula (119)
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I dreamt about you last night. I can’t remember the particulars. I can only remember running my fingertips along the sides of your arm.
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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
Dracula (122)
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‘If you only knew how gladly I would die for her you would understand—’
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