“I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.” – John Keats

Louis and Lestat. I doubt there were many quiet moments like this because Lestat is Lestat and does not have an inside voice, but I’m sure Louis appreciates them all the more for their rarity. I always imagine Louis to be fond of bundling up in thick blankets while Lestat wants one thin sheet or nothing at all. When they snuggle outside of their coffins, that is.



I’m not saying it’s what happened but it’s what happened.

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

Arthur O’Shaughnessy  (via bloodstrung)

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.


FFS 2016… the bloodthirstiest year on the innocent that ever bloodthirstied on the innocent *cries* (@claudias-ashes told me about this and just… ugh.)


[^my update of @takemetocoffin-or-losemeforever‘s gif [X]]