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big fan of romance horror. big fan of terrible people still being loved. big fan of bending morality and turning the grotesque into something beautiful.

userarmand

“That's the most contact I've had from him in a while.” [via tvinsider]

icantspellthings

MACHETE ARMAND!!!

scissorsaint

Yaaaawn! Call me when they're covered in blood and having gay sex

ai-papi-deactivated20201124

may we meet again in ten years in another life, another space, another dimension, when things are right, when our hearts aren’t broken, when our thoughts aren’t a mess, when the ghosts of us aren’t haunting us, when we won’t have to turn our backs on each other and lead another road, when it’s our right time to fix the broken and love again. by then it won’t be a forbidden love, it will be a pure chance to make things right when we couldn’t before

furiousgoldfish

Every time you think “they could have hurt me worse”, remember that you shouldn’t have been hurt at all. You should have received support and help on everything you struggled with. You should never have faced pain from the hands of your loved ones. You should have been safe and happy and without a care in the world as a child. That’s what you compare your abuse to.

schuylerpeck

“My grief and I are still so ill-acquainted; two strangers sharing one body. We bump into each other while reaching for the toothbrush, while walking the dog across the street. And I’m so close to recognizing her, I’ve listened to her cry at the bottom of the bathtub and watched her rub her eyes at a funeral. I want to tell her it’s all okay, I’m here too, and we can be here together, I am just too afraid to speak.”

— Schuyler Peck, Parts of Me I Haven’t Met (20/30: Grief)

wretchedicarus

"Often Armand had been in the room some time before Daniel awakened. The coffee would be perking, the music going- Vivaldi or honky-tonk piano, as Armand loved both equally- and Armand would be pacing, ready for Daniel to get up. (...)

And if Daniel was sluggish, Armand would push him into the shower, soap him all over, rinse him off, drag him out, dry him throughly (...)" - Queen of the Damned (Anne Rice, 1988).