Thinking abt immortality and how meticulously youâd have to keep track of all of your shit so some nosy historian didnt spot your old journal or coat or copy of a book and call an infuriating time-based finders keepers
âItâs two hundred years oldâ they say. âItâs essentially public propertyâ they say. Itâs a letter you sent to your friend and itâs in a museum now and youâre screaming
Why are vampire stories always I Want To Drink The Sexy Neck Milkshake and never two vampires texting about the passionate letter one wrote to the other in 1863 but never sent that the other just saw in the Smithsonianâs fall exhibition on Love Through the Ages and what the fuck, Claude, why didnât you say anything
THANK YOU!!! asking the REAL questions
âAnd in this exhibit, we see the drawings that a child in 1512 made in his lesson book.â âI spent 350 years becoming a master artist, and THIS is the only work that I can get in a museum? Why donât you just torture me with my high school poetry, too?â
museum heist by a vampire desperate to get back the Really Good Umbrella she accidentally left at a coaching inn in 1788
I want to read all of these stories right now.



















