“And when the night was empty and still, I heard the voices of Interview with the Vampire singing to me, as if they sang from the grave. I read the book over and over. And then in a moment of contemptible anger, I shredded it to bits.”
“… As for the lies he told, the mistakes he made, well, I forgive him his excess of imagination, his bitterness, and his vanity, which was, after all, never very great… But little things like this don’t really matter. He told the tale as he believed it… And why should I bother to tell of the times he came to me in wretched anxiety, begging me never to leave him…”
“Read between the lines.”
OOC; omg crying from he laughter, best picture ever made.
~Lestat Reading Shit~
^I WISH I could take credit for it, but I didn’t invent that meme. Idk who did… but I first saw it, liiiiiike, 6 yrs ago? And then found here on tumblr recently and reblogged so fast bc I had to preserve its magnificence and really it’s better than mine still…
And then I did this one which, I think I made in 2013 and never posted wtf self?
is specific to each individual blog, you must block them individually on main blogs and side blogs.
blocked users:
cannot follow your blog
cannot send asks or fanmails
cannot see your posts on the Dash
cannot like, reblog, or reply to your posts
– tested by R. they get a pop up that says they can’t do it.
cannot search your blog in their search bars
they can however still go to your blog and see your posts but they’ll never be able to interact with you if you never want them to so now they really are nothing more than insignificant voices who have nothing better to do with their time.
To everyone here in the community who is having problems with anon hate and such, you can now trust the block system. Please make use of it. I know you might tell yourself that you shouldn’t need to protect yourself but people can be cruel and no one deserves that, please do not subject yourself to unnecessary bullying and abuse.
“She
wanted a coffin of her own now, which left me more wounded than I would let her
see…
We were
to go to the coffinmaker’s. A play, a tragedy in one act: I to leave her in his
little parlor and confide to him in the anteroom that she was to die. Talk of
love, she must have the best, but she must not know;
and the coffinmaker, shaken with the tragedy of it, must make it for her,
picturing her laid there on the white satin, dabbing a tear from his eye
despite all the years…
`But
why must she die?’ he begged me, as if I were God who ordained it. `Her heart,
she cannot live,’ I said, the words taking on for me a peculiar power, a
disturbing resonance.
…And
there the coffin lay in our bedroom, where she watched it often by the hour
when it was new, as if the
thing were moving or alive or unfolded some mystery to her little by little, as
things do which change. But she did not sleep in it. She slept with me.”
– Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire
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