I've been an avid fan of Macabre and Goth.
I love the ghoulish black, always fascinated (but squirmish) of their use of blood and has fantasized of living in a world filled with black and grey under a cloudy shade night sky, land surrounded with wicked twisted trees and untrimmed dead grasses. Wolves howling beyond the forest of pure black darkness, lurking. Always watching. Guarding.
As I live and breathe in a antique wooden-made home accompanied by a black cat, and shelves filled with herbs and spices and old withered battered yellowed grimoires.
Like a witches' den, except less dust and more elegance and dark mysterious beauty.
Oh a girl can only dream.
After all, when I was still young I used to faint at the slight sight of blood.
Even the smell puts me off and I would want to hurl.
Ugh those days. Can't imagine now that my profession requires a lot of blood taking.
In a way, torturing my patients for the sake of, healthcare.
Halloween happens to be my favourite holiday.
Not the tricks and treats but the ghouls and grim.
I'd like to be participating Halloween this year, as the Doll in The Purge.
Happy weekends.