Greetings, this is Vlad. I ended up here by mere chance upon finding out about sad, recent developments and was also summoned for my own personal searches. I'll simply say that I lost a bet to an old acquaintance and now I find myself here in hopes that I come across a lost spark. Do not be fooled by details found in my profile, as erotica isn't my sole focus, I simply have a heart wrapped in barbed wire and I will plunge into all things unpleasant and horrifying. I find no solace in pretty sights not meant for my eyes, but the gruesome and macabre does ressemble comfort for me, in a twisted sort of way.
I've tried many times to put into words the crimson waves that ensnare my mind and turn it into a prison, yet so far I've got nothing to show for it. My mouth can rarely speak freely or eloquently enough what chaotic thoughts bubble in my head and to say that this existence has been demoralizing would be nothing short of underselling it. Over the years, writing and RPing has helped me cope with this chasm between mind and body, but now, at the precipice of the upcoming new year I want to try again, perhaps foolishly, to find once more the last push I need to be brought fully to life.
I'm sure someone will make sense of this, or maybe I'll be shooting myself in the foot by coming across as the new loonie in the bin, but I will also not deny my own (kinda-sorta) poetic self any longer. And I will refrain from creating a RT until I can pinpoint what I really want as to not lead anybody on. So, if you need a nocturnal friend to discuss dark, heavy and metallic things with, I'm your almost-guy for the job. You better like barbed wire and buzzsaws though.
I've tried many times to put into words the crimson waves that ensnare my mind and turn it into a prison, yet so far I've got nothing to show for it. My mouth can rarely speak freely or eloquently enough what chaotic thoughts bubble in my head and to say that this existence has been demoralizing would be nothing short of underselling it. Over the years, writing and RPing has helped me cope with this chasm between mind and body, but now, at the precipice of the upcoming new year I want to try again, perhaps foolishly, to find once more the last push I need to be brought fully to life.
I'm sure someone will make sense of this, or maybe I'll be shooting myself in the foot by coming across as the new loonie in the bin, but I will also not deny my own (kinda-sorta) poetic self any longer. And I will refrain from creating a RT until I can pinpoint what I really want as to not lead anybody on. So, if you need a nocturnal friend to discuss dark, heavy and metallic things with, I'm your almost-guy for the job. You better like barbed wire and buzzsaws though.
