Good luck trying to figure out how much of this is ironic.
I wear creepy black clothing.
Blood is pretty cool tbh.
I hate garlic.
I'm definitely a night person.
If I wear enough lipstick, I'll look like I've been drinking blood.
I am an old soul.
I have the hair.
Mirrors are not my friend. Neither are cameras.
Urgh no. No fire. God no.
My relationship with God.
Dramatic monalogues.
I'm trying to infect others, I swear.
Capes.
I'm pretty sure I have a friend who's a werewolf.
I sparkle in the sun.
I would totes lure lost travellers into...
