lestat hella lying about being indifferent to armand idc there's no way they were fucking all over paris behind nicky's back and he was like him??? he's nothing! ok liar
postmodernly missing the feeling of riding in the passenger seat of a car with someone who cares for me enough get me somewhere safely*, talking about music, film, art or god* because forced proximity is truth serum, being a bit afraid, my life being in their hands