I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed
so what you’re saying is that when i cry tears of rage it’s because i have more rage than is humanly possible to hold inside
if you’re labouring under the misapprehension that lestat is cool allow me to correct you, lestat is not cool he is a whiny, needy little cry baby and i love him for it
ooc: ok but @obsessional-ram made me think about it for a second and i’m like…you know when u have super major cries where snot drips down ur nose??? replace snot with blood for ricean vampires.
“if you’re labouring under the misapprehension that lestat is cool allow me to correct you, lestat is not cool he is a whiny, needy little cry baby and i love him for it” [x]
“No entanto, o convento estava vazio. Todos os pequenos fantasmas haviam sumido. O convento era meu. Do servo de Memnoch; príncipe de Memnoch. Eu estava só na minha prisão.”
“However, the convent was empty. All the little ghosts were gone. The convent was mine. Memnoch’s servant; Memnoch’s prince. I was alone in my prison.”
Oh, Mon Dieu. That child was a terror. He was mobile by approximately four months, a terrifying three months before any of his brothers had been, rolling and crawling as quickly as he could propel himself to do so.
By six months he was walking and was causing trouble as one could not believe, opening and falling into cupboards, climbing up into trunks (and vanishing until we could find his location via his tearful cries later), and finding his way into every mess and mud puddle and body of water he could locate.
I-want-my-IWTV 