When he says you ain’t worth a second look, hello, or goodbye.
Oh, baby I’m forever obsessed.
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So my transition probably isn’t the greatest. I’m learning as I go.

When he says you ain’t worth a second look, hello, or goodbye.
Oh, baby I’m forever obsessed.
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So my transition probably isn’t the greatest. I’m learning as I go.

Happy is relative. Everyday is Halloween.

I’m not through with Halloween, after all, today IS halloween. These are just a few I took and edited on All Hallows Eve. 🙂


But this is the two days I can legally scare the children and the parents be okay with it.

La la la la la la 🎃🎃🎃

Everyday is Halloween when you’re a ghoul like me. 🙂


© Delia Ross. 2020
Postscript: I am not a devil worshiper. I do vampire cosplay. It’s a hobby. Or sport. ‘Let us prey’. (Now I know why Michael Jackson had to do these).
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MOOD (a favorite)






Petite. If you’ve never had a little, I said a little is alot…
I gotta get my claws on for Halloween.
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If given chance, I’d be the one to put the spear into her side
Make her feel the weight of everyone she crucified
Put poison from the sponge onto her tongue because she lied
Never trust someone who has a devil as her guide
© Delia Ross. 2019





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It’s the devil’s curse
It’s everywhere
It’s worse
It’s there
It’s the devil’s curse
It’s her
She’s everywhere he’s there
Anywhere that he’s there
And her
With the devil’s curse
It’s her she’s everywhere
I don’t care
I don’t care that he’s worse
I can feel him stare
Anywhere she’s there
It’s the devil’s curse
And it’s in his verse
Written in her verse
In blood, the devil’s curse
Signed and written in verse
We’re damned and it will get worse
Tethered to this curse, all of us
© Delia Ross. 2019
A song that formed in my head while I was trying to vacuum (it’s more like a chorus that goes on and on, ethereal, slow, gothy like). Now back to cleaning… (by the way, it feels like spring in Florida in case it’s snowing where you’re at…. neener neener neener- got my window open too- letting light through)
And it’s written in this verse / and it’s getting worse
He offered me the sky, said it would be no problem to buy, if I wanted it
He flashed diamonds in my eye, that should easily satisfy, said I have credit
Replace that hardened cry, with a fresh necktie, I’ve got the perfect fit
I looked the devil in the eye, I said you trixter of a guy, as the blood left my wrist
© Delia Ross. 2019
Suicide awareness everyday. I’m on the guestlist to see Peter Hook in Atlanta this month, I’ve waited all year for this. My only REGRET in life would be not hearing this live. Why is this related? Well, the lead singer/songwriter of a band I dig died by suicide, Ian Curtis. When that happened, Joy Division became New Order and NO is a favorite band. Hooky was the co-founder of both bands. I dance alot to New Order. ALOT.
Ian Curtis – suicide
Mina Tepes – suicide
Kurt Cobain – suicide
Judas Iscariot – suicide
Etika – suicide
Robin Williams – suicide
Archias of Cyprus – suicide
Hunter S Thompson – suicide
Diaeus – suicide
Sylvia Plath – suicide
Cleopatra – suicide
Alexander McQueen – suicide
Marilyn Monroe – suicide
Chris Cornell – suicide
Ernest Hemingway – suicide
Michael Hutchence – suicide



Err, some of you may not be on Insta, but there are more videos up of me dancing in my fangs, if that’s yer thing.
But also, below are a few just in case you missed it on Insta. You can get on Insta, and not use Insta. I have many followers who use it like a newspaper, meaning they’re not active on their profile (liking, posting, or commenting) but they’re actively reading newsfeeds and stories. Don’t be scared to give me a follow on Insta (or here) if you wanna see more dancing videos. You can set your notifications to be on for my account so you never miss a post!
So I do these for one guy, but he doesn’t even follow me LOL LOL (does he even see them? He hates me but I follow him like a lost, starving puppy that he shoos away ugggggg) *sadface*




Yeah, so. Unrequited love sucks, in case you were wondering. But, I’ve convinced myself that he’s madly in love with me so my heart and mind are never in sync on the matter anyway.


I dropped some vampire porn on my Insta (not nudity, FANGS). I’m also twirling a bit if that’s yer thang!
Full link: https://www.instagram.com/p/B4QvDv7F55t/?igshid=vzrwjyweaw5q
Top 10 of my Halloween playlist
“If it ain’t Type O Negative, it ain’t worth listening to”…
No vampire balls or masquerades
Depression can last for decades

Why do you leave me but never leave me? Why do you pretend that you don’t need me? Why is it, when I cut you, I start bleeding? Why is it, when you cut me, I start feeding?







Satine was born in the dark ages, a very long time ago in the township of “Blackwood” whereto her mother had lived and died.
Unbeknownst of her parents, her mother died during childbirth of Satine. Her mother had been bitten by a vampire while Satine was still in the wound.
Satine never knew of her mother and father, and was abandoned as a child, for the people feared her or what she may become. She was sent away to live in the Carpathian Mountains far away.
There she became skilled amongst her powers, training in martial arts, strategic war tactics, and healing.
A thing of abandonment seeped fear in her heart.
Presumably, her vampiric father watched over her, for Satine had dreams and visions that would abound her. Did he want her dead? Was he in attendance to help her, psychologically?
During her training, she met a Prince by the name of Vladimir. He would teach her many things, among philosophy and majik. Vlad seemed notable of the people, high in court. Yet feared among many.
This brought desire in Satine to return to her home village, learn of its people, of her mother’s grave (hidden behind the church), and seek out her father.
Part human, part vampire, part light, part dark, Satine may prove to be the savior of her village. Upon her arrival, she found the people in disarray. Panic reigned here. Blood towered the streets. Trusty no one was.
Satine seeks love, part of her human condition. She may be vilified by its admission.
She grows week with apathy, bloodlust, and a demoniac affiliation.
She sleeps beyond the church in her mother’s shallow grave.
“Remember, sometimes you need the dark to battle the dark. So do not discourage those who suffer from its apathy.” – Satine
©Delia Ross. 2011