Thinking About New Orleans, The French Quarter, Bourbon Streettake Me To Where The Life And Energy Is.

Thinking about New Orleans, The French Quarter, Bourbon Street…take me to where the life and energy is.

OMG OMG OMG HI ITS ME 🖤

black women as vampires

“did you drop this? no? okay.” like a dollar bill on the floor 😭

"Centipedes don't fuck" is one of my favorite animal facts. There are plenty of sexually reproducing animals that don't fuck per se (like a lot of fish) but centipedes don't even meet. Males just leave sperm packets lying on the fucking ground and females pick them up and take them home. They don't even hang out

Armand’s hair always growing back longer because that’s the length it was when he was turned. Refusing to cut it as a human, peering at it in the light to see if there were any gray hairs because he knew that Marius was already growing tired of him because he had the body of a man not that of a child. Armand starving himself to appear younger and more vulnerable to Marius. Armand chopping off his hair every day and the hair regrowing every night, being unable to escape the marker of what he was. Botticelli’s angel. A unwilling vampire. A victim. Desperate and cloying for attention from Marius already lost through no fault of his own. Eternally frozen at a moment of suffering and pain. Eternally searching for love and suffering disappointment after disappointment. Eternally beautiful and never enough. In this essay I will-

this video of the cat screaming is exactly how I feel about Armand lore 😢

"CLOCK-FACED MAN" JOEL-PETER WITKIN // 1972 [gelatin silver print | 39.7 x 26.7 cm.]