Vampires Quotes

"Evil is always possible, and goodness is eternally difficult."

 

Louis
Interview with the Vampire

Her veins like winter frost
are so visible through her pale, white skin
And like a vampire her kisses taste
of frost
I am unclear as to whether
her love is of
the same nature

She’s a cold-hearted killer

and I’m just losing blood.

Okay, so if a Vampire punched himself, would it hurt because Vampire's are super strong, or would he not feel it because Vampire's are super-tough?

                Believe it or not, there was once a time when I was wary of sucking the blood from your lips. It was so long ago, before I totally lost myself to them. I remember back when I first saw your mouth, it shone a brighter scarlet than any of the flamboyant cardinals fluttering outside of my window. The intensity of your gums burned my brown eyes so awfully that they turned the darkest shade of midnight. I know that should have turned me away, but I was hypnotized in a nanosecond. The only issue was that I feared I may drain too much from your veins and accidently leave you gasping for air. I had plummeted too far in love with you to allow that to happen.

              But soon I came to learn that you liked the way your formerly white teeth stained crimson, and how your skin lost it’s pigment entirely. And I was more than honored that I had that effect on you. Upon the onset of your approval I grew far too comfortable, and before I could stop myself, I was so addicted to your body’s vital fluid that I couldn't even stomach solid food anymore. I'm afraid that all of my self control vanished when your olivine eyes began to glow a glossy silver hue. The palms of your hands could’ve been mistaken for ice and you often told me that your bones felt uneasy, like static. But regardless of any negative circumstances, you assured me that you adored the way you could feel me suckling on your ribcage, despite the fact that my lips were thoroughly attached to yours.

             It all spiraled up to the night that I nearly extracted all of your blood until everywhere from your heart to your calves had been run dry. I can recall the terrified expression in your eyes so vividly that it’s as if I’m experiencing it all over again. That day, I was forced to cut the rope binding my teeth to your tongue, and shatter every last one of my bad habits. I realized that I had taken over your body until neither of us could identify ourselves anymore, and that was highly detrimental.

r.m.

will someone please explain to me why
vampires don't have AIDS?

I seriously don't understand this. 
I know they're dead and all but seriously
they suck everyone's blood
they're bound to suck someone's blood that has AIDS or is HIV+
So why aren't they infected?

Someone please explain this concept to me.

                       
                                             two vampire friends lying on the floor getting drunk and describing eachother
                                                 because they can’t use mirrors don’t even try to tell me that isn’t adorable
 

In the tone of a delusional, teenaged girl with the tone of a kind of frustration and delight and shock and bliss after reading a good, sad book. (The Kite Runner, anyone?)

Okay so, it's obvious I've lost my ability to concoct one of those (possibly feigned) meaningful spiels (did I really think they'd satisfy my royal annoyance of the current state of the universe? oh sh*t) that I always tried to put together but never really quite achieved the right degree of personal satisfaction or bring an edge of common sense. (What's the point in reading if there is NO point in it? I murdered the English language!) I just wish I could find the key to the door that hides the remedy to my poisonous language skills. Because oh, my god, everything has structure and you just can't miss the basics. The basics!

It's frustrating because I read a lot and sometimes wish I could write like them. It's not that I want to write a book, I just want to put words together in a way that would finally satisfy me so I can peacefully release my bat wings and sputter glitter and reunite with my definitely-not-vampires family. (Yes, this is called 'lecturing myself.' And I can't stand vampires. Seriously.)

I don't really know, maybe my brain unhinged itself from speaking and feeling fluently as should a human but lately, the things I have been saying is only ever left to becoming disconnected and unconveyed to the point it is not worth a thought. This makes no sense. Am I thinking too much, thinking too little? I make no sense. But that's okay, all is okay with me. This is no rant in particular and definitely nothing beneficial or whatsoever to anyone or anything and I cannot guarantee that things I say are filtered and inoffensive (please worry, I'm not just talking about swearing, even though my vocabulary downright sucks), if you've read this far, please, know that I've already warned you.

Sometimes I feel so violated when a book convincingly convolute my morals and beliefs. It's like I have to remind myself with force of what I should believe and this is just a work of fiction. But fiction, albeit unreal, still has its effect. "Made-up stories matter for precisely the same reason that anything matters: because we decide they matter, because we imbue them with meaning." (John Green, in an answer to a question on his Author's Note)

Can I just say I love everything he writes? Frankly, I'd read his grocery list.