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we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
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if i look back, i am lost

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Origami Around

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taylor price

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SHE. IS. THE. ANSWER.
Oh my god
Jacob Anderson for Variety (x)
The Failures (3.07) + 🍁🍂
No, we need to rehearse. Sing it. Just sing.
The Vampire Lestat Wraps at SDCC (x)
Jacob Anderson at SDCC via Variety
Careful the tale you tell That is the spell Children will listen
Failure continues in the astral plane.
My blood in waves seems sometimes to be spouting As though in rhythmic sobs a fountain swooned. I hear its long, low, rushing sound till, doubting, I feel myself all over for the wound.
Across the town, as in the lists of battle, It flows, transforming paving stones to isles, Slaking the thirst of creatures, men, and cattle, And colouring all nature red for miles.
Sometimes I've sought relief in precious wines To lull in me the fear that undermines, But found they sharpened every sense the more.
I've also sought forgetfulness in lust, But love's a bed of needles, and they thrust To give more drink to each rapacious whore.
— Charles Baudelaire, The Fountain of Blood (x)
THE VAMPIRE LESTAT || 3.07 "The Failures"
It was the white figure that amazed her. It looked just like a statue, like the Blessed Virgin Mary in the Catholic church. She stared at the sparkling silver threads that seemed to move out from the figure in all directions, threads made out of some kind of dancing light. And as she moved higher, she saw that the silver threads stretched out, tangling with other threads, to make a giant net all over the whole world. — THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED, Anne Rice
I think he carried me home that night. And the next morning I was standing in the crooked stone street in front of his father’s shop, tossing pebbles up at his window. When he stuck his head out, I said: “Do you want to come down and go on with our conversation?”
A trailer park. Nevada, Utah, the desert. Couple folding chairs. Plant some flower boxes... Could be nice.
#lestat finishing babystat's words (aka treating himself with the gentle care and kindness he always wished for but never received 🥹)
LESTAT'S TOUR BUS + hands 3.01 // 3.04 // 3.07