I mean, nobody’s going to know who I am, and I can’t bring my stake because it’s a weapon and all that. And without any kind of vampire killing equipment I’m basically just dressed as a girl from the 90’s. I just don’t really feel like getting questioned all day long. Thoughts?
wear it, wear a cross for a vampire killing weapon (or carry a bottle of water marked “Holy Water”), and fuck em if they can’t handle it. 
Beautiful, Brilliant, and Slightly Cracked. Loud, Loquacious, and Entomophobic. These are the musings of another starving intellectual.
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
— Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
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