patronsaintofmonsters:

“But you have to satisfy the monster. The monster has loved you for longer than anyone else.”

— Florence Welch, Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry (via mashamorevna)

upyrica:

Oh, my dear hungry things, beloved devourers, feral and red-lipped bearers of the sins of men, spit in the face of divinity

. They are what you fear – the death, the eternity, the lack of a certain answer, a wine cup filled with sweet poison. 

I am also of a rather firm opinion that, when it comes to vampires, gender matters very little. They are corpses, for Hell’s sake, if you care about the gender of a corpse, you need to take a look at yourself.