#gay belligerence

‘What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor’s clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner?’

it is once again my birthday. which means. THEREFORE. it is once again the best possible time to send me a picture of your cat!

maybe the walls of dracula’s castle are just extra sticky. maybe jonathan could crawl around on them too if he tried

more like count draculaw. i guess

mina: i’m glad jonathan’s well! i’m longing to hear all his news! it must be so nice to travel :)

jonathan, 24 hours previous (unable to shave, sleep schedule in tatters, politely listening to a talk on transylvanian history from a guy who lunged at his throat earlier): i feel like a rat

best part of today’s dracula daily is jonathan describing with pinpoint accuracy how it feels to pull an all-nighter. ‘i’m not sleepy! anyway this is how dying people feel when they let go of their grip on life and shuffle off this mortal coil i think’