Mina Harker, female protagonist of the novel- Dracula, along with her friends plots against Dracula. Knowing their plans, Dracula bites Mina three times and also makes her drink his blood as a revenge giving him access to her thoughts and ensuring her fate as a vampire should she die, due to which she switches back and forth between consciousness and a trance-like state. Van Helsing, Dracula's arch-nemesis, uses this link to his advantage by hypnotizing Mina to find and destroy Dracula.
I’m 16 years old I’ve been up all night watching old movies and as my eyes begin to close I hear Clark gable say You should be kissed often and by someone who knows how
I’m 16 and all I want is a Hollywood kind of love A soft thing, filled with teary eyed confessions under Vaseline blurred stars
I’m 16 and I find myself falling teary eyed into the arms of any boy with soft palms and a cinema smile But this love stings And as I look to the stars for for that blurry reassurance The sharp light claws out my eyes
I’m 16 and I learn love is a thing with teeth And those ivory skinned women on screen can fall into the arms of something soft But every time I fall I hit the ground so hard that it shatters every bone in my body And broken still, I get up and fall again
all i am is an inconvenience. i want a gun. i want to use it. i want to be forgotten. i want to cut my skin off. i want to be thin. i want my face to bleed. i want to feel things. i don’t think i’m depressed. i just want to blow my ******* brains out. i never want to die. i wish god was with me. i want a bigger tv. i want a nice house. i want a dog. i want people to share my life with. i want my daydreams to come true. i want to say what i want instead of holding myself back. i want to be funny. i want to be poetic. i want to be smart. i want elise. i want dad. i want the nightmares to disappear. i want to be something instead of nothing.
i want to know what i want. i don’t like school. i do like school.
today, i wake up wearing an old band t-shirt and i’m sixteen again / pulling jumper sleeves over my palms / keeping my eyes on my feet / earphones in / willing myself invisible / refusing to step out of changing rooms in anything that clings to my skin / flinching from mirrors and cameras / nobody wants to stay too long at the beginning of a cinderella story / before the lenses and makeup and hair-flipping confidence / before the boys who call you a frigid ***** for expressing an opinion start to slide into your DMs / saying “hey, you seem cool, i’d love to hear you talk about feminism.” / but they’d love get you drunk first / love to get funny girl / cool girl / beer-pong and dancing on tables and witty comebacks / always-slipping-out-of-your-hands / let’s-tame-this-shrew-wild-girl / like yeah give this girl a stage but stop her if she makes you uncomfortable / we like a damsel-in-distress, big-blinking-eyes-trophy-wife / not the girl who stood in between her best friend and the ones who mocked her for her body / not the girl with bloodied lips instead of red lipstick / grinning, saying, “you’re going to have to go through me.” / nobody likes an ugly girl with a mouth full of words / so you learn to swallow them / be prettier, shinier, smoother / show them a piece of glass instead of dagger / lie in wait to turn the tables because you still remember / what it’s like to be sixteen and forced to look at your body as a liability / what it’s like to be sixteen and told your anger is embarrassing / just another teenage phase