I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him.
I had what I wanted, what I had always wanted. I had them. And I could now and then forget Gabrielle and forget Nicki, and even forget Marius and the blank staring face of Akasha, or the icy touch of her hand or the heat of her blood.
A book read by a thousand different people is a thousand different books.
Sculpting in Time by Andrei Tarkovsky. (via authoriting)
#your headcanon may vary #ship and let ship
Spend less time in the mirror and more time feeling wonderful.
I thought of how much I loved Louis, and had ever since I had become Lestat’s fledgling. I thought of how deeply I depended upon him, and what I would do for him. It was the love of Louis which had at times crippled Lestat, and enslaved Armand. Louis need have no consciousness of his own beauty, of his own obvious and natural charm.
I’ve watched two-year-old humans with interest for centuries. They’re miserable. They rush about, fall down, and scream almost constantly. They hate being human! They know already that it’s some sort of dirty trick.
You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley cats and rats and staring for hours at candles as if they were people and standing in the rain like a zombie until your clothes are drenched and you smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics and have the look of a baffled idiot at the zoo.
Louis de Pointe du Lac, as described by Lestat (via merciful-death)
TRUE WUV
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
It’s like beating your head open and unzipping your chest cavity saying ‘here are my guts – everything I’ve felt, including a lot of stuff I’m not proud of’. It’s hard. It uses you up. I walk off stage sometimes and feel like I’ve just slept with everybody in the audience.
I hate him only because I cannot imagine my soul without him.
I-want-my-IWTV 