You know, I could go for little girl right now.
Quotes
I can’t believe I ate all those whores.
ooc; Lestat in Interview with the Vampire (i-want-my-iwtv)

We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
This is my boyfriend, Louis, and this is his girlfriend, Claudia.
Lestat (via bravenotstubborn)
SHE’S ALSO OUR DAUGHTER
~♥~ONE HAPPY FAMILY~♥~
(via i-want-my-iwtv)
What do these books sound like to people who haven’t read them?!
(via honey-in-the-sunshine)
I’m going to guess non-VC people think of the VC like this:

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
This is my boyfriend, Louis, and this is his girlfriend, Claudia.
[9/4/14 11:17:21 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: hahaha
[9/4/14 11:17:29 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: Oh, you KNOW they had sex ALL the time
[9/4/14 11:17:33 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: ALL over New Orleans
[9/4/14 11:17:34 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: and that flat
[9/4/14 11:17:36 PM] Burnadette dpdL: FO SHO
[9/4/14 11:17:42 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: Can you imagine coming back to it after so long?
[9/4/14 11:17:44 PM] Burnadette dpdL: SECRET HISTORY
[9/4/14 11:17:48 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: and, aside from all the haunting memories
[9/4/14 11:17:52 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: having all the SEX memories?
[9/4/14 11:17:56 PM] Burnadette dpdL: Yah
[9/4/14 11:18:00 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: poor Louis
[9/4/14 11:18:05 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Oh, THAT bannister”
[9/4/14 11:18:09 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Mon Dieu”
[9/4/14 11:18:17 PM] Burnadette dpdL: *chortle*
[9/4/14 11:18:35 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Oh, Lord. THAT bench is still in the courtyard.”
[9/4/14 11:18:37 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Hm.”
[9/4/14 11:18:52 PM] Burnadette dpdL: Lestat: We could outfit the tub with a showerhead but I dunno Louis, we had such lovely baths, why not keep it authentic?”
[9/4/14 11:18:58 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: HAHAHA
He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I’d held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.
[…] I have set for myself the task of being a hero in this world. I maintain myself as morally complex, spiritually tough, and aesthetically relevant a being of blazing insight and impact, a guy with
things to say to you.
So if you read this, read it for that reason that Lestat is talking again, that he is frightened, that he is searching desperately for the lesson and for the song and for the raison d’etre, that he wants to understand his own story and he wants you to understand it, and that it is the very best story he has right now to tell.
[…] Come with me.
Just listen to me. Don’t leave me alone.
Fan fiction is a way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of by the folk.