i've made a similar post like this before but every time i go back to the iwtv book i just can't believe how hard louis is giving rich jilted ex. i'm reading between the lines and he calls lestat a dumb blonde gold-digging whore at least thirty times. he complains that lestat won't dote on him. he meets armand and he's like oh you're not like other girls you're cool girl. you'll stroke my hair (unlike my cold unaffectionate gold-digging whore of an ex) and cook me dinner (unlike my cold unaffectionate gold-digging whore of an ex) and give me blow jobs whenever i want (unlike my cold unaffectionate gold-digging whore of an ex) and you'll be such a good role model for my daughter (unlike my cold unaffectionate gold-digging whore of an ex). except of course armand is actually the kind of duplicitous evil step mother who waits until louis is out of town on a business trip before he locks up claudia in an attic and throws away the key
#i wanted him dead #i wanted him all to myself #i wanted to pound his ass with a wooden oar #i wanted to dress him up as little bo peep and parade him through the streets #i wanted to braid his hair and read him a bedtime story #i wanted to saddle him like a mule #i wanted to marry him in vegas then drag him through the courts in a lengthy and contentious divorce battle then immediately marry him again #i wanted to kiss him tenderly on the forehead #i wanted to slap him with a damp haddock #i wanted to break into his coffin as he slept and give him a mullet as a practical joke
No but seriously. Normalize finding love in your 40's. Normalize discovering and chasing new dreams in your 30's. Normalize finding yourself and your purpose in your 50's. Life doesn't end at 25. Let's stop acting like it does.
hey be nice to me im just a teenage girl who has legally been an adult for years
“They’re coming for you. Look! There comes one of them now!”
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD (1968) dir. George A. Romero
"Chains moving along like our legs, never quite knowing where to stay and rest for a while."
Loustat + Virginia Woolf Underwater, by Chelsea Wolfe
Abri esse espaço na Grande Internet há alguns meses atrás e, desde então, venho protelando torná-lo real ao escrever qualquer coisa nele.
Não penso que eu tenha um propósito ou grande motivação para movimentar isso aqui, mas a tentativa é válida - ou pelo menos eu prefiro acreditar que seja.
Penso que muito do que acabará vindo parar aqui são ruminações que já não têm espaço em redes sociais - o plano é que eu, antes de tudo, me desintoxique delas. Não tenho pretensão de ser vista, lida ou compreendida mas, desde já, peço perdão pelo vacilo.
"Baby, you're the coolest moon when the night's begun and I'm a goth in the sun and we can sleep through the summer days.
I know it's morbid when I say 'I hope you die by my side, the two of us at the exact same time.'"
Loustat + I Hope You Die, by Molly Nilsson
Completamente arrependida que o meu outro blog não seja o meu blog principal, posto que eu só penso em Entrevista Com O Vampiro/Crônicas Vampirescas.
Descobrir que não posso transformar o @thegrimeandthearkhon em meu blog principal simplesmente acabou comigo!
Prestes a iniciar uma leitura da nada querida Colleen Hoover e já começando a me odiar por isso.
26. Stephen King. Tolkien. Anne Rice. Gatinha Letterboxd de meio-período. ENG/IWTV: @thegrimeandthearkhon
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