Did you ever used to watch Mona the Vampire? I used to love that program when I was a child, dressing up as her and defeating imaginary monsters. I had an obsession with vampires back then; my favourite film was Van Helsing (looking back now I realise that it wasn’t actually that great a film) and I could quote it word for word with one of my closest friends. I even re-enacted a few scenes – how embarrassing is that? I just loved how no matter how smoking hot and deadly vampires were, they literally did go up in smoke in a little bit of sunlight. They had a weak spot.
|When you got the proper glove on but it lands on your arm instead|
I feel like this should be a somewhat poetic post or something that resonates with you but really I just wanted to write a post about how much I love owls. I could pretend to be a better blogger by then delving deep into the philosophy behind this feeling; Is it because I love the way their soft feathers brush against my skin even though I cannot myself touch them? Or does it go even deeper and draws a connection with how I love the moonlight and how mysterious it can be?
Nope, I just love owls because they’re stupid.