And so he ran after me all the way back to the hotel, all the way across the rooftops, where I hoped to lose him, until I leaped in the window of the parlor and turned in rage and slammed the window shut. He hit it, arms outstretched, like a bird who seeks to fly through glass, and shook the frame.

Louis de Pointe du Lac describing my absolute favourite moment in the entire series that needs to be talked about more. (via just-another-vcblog)

What book is this from, i need to know , what did i miss (via vampatiddy)

^That’s from Interview ;D

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One reblog and I’ll draw this.

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Please, I beg you

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I’m doing this

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And so he ran after me all the way back to the hotel, all the way across the rooftops, where I hoped to lose him, until I leaped in the window of the parlor and turned in rage and slammed the window shut. He hit it, arms outstretched, like a bird who seeks to fly through glass, and shook the frame.

Louis de Pointe du Lac describing my absolute favourite moment in the entire series that needs to be talked about more. (via just-another-vcblog)

What book is this from, i need to know , what did i miss (via vampatiddy)

^That’s from Interview ;D

I knew that monsters were far more gentle and more desirable than the monsters living inside ‘nice people.’ Accepting that you are a monster gives you the leeway to not behave like one. When you deny being a monster, you behave like one.

Guillermo del Toro on why he loves monsters. (via lampfaced)

Lestat’s paradox is that he knows he’s evil, but he can fool people into believing he’s not. And he’s very aware of that. And even when he tries to show people how bad he is they generally love it.

Anne Rice about Lestat. (via jardinsalvaje)

And yet my sorrow did not overwhelm me, did not actually visit me, did not make of me the wracked and desperate creature I might have expected to become. Perhaps it was not possible to sustain the torment I’d experienced when I saw Claudia’s burnt remains. Perhaps it was not possible to know that and exist over any period of time.

Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire (via monstersinthecosmos)

Instead of giving way to despair, I took the way of active melancholy as long as I had strength for activity, or in other words, I preferred the melancholy that hopes and aspires and searches to the one that despairs, mournful and stagnant.

Vincent Van Gogh, from a letter to his brother. (via sheepskeleton)