“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of 'parties' with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear.”
- Sylvia Plath
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Leading a Morgana Pendragon appreciation life. Searching in vain for Merdred fics. Loathing Theon Greyjoy profusely. Wasting away at community college in pursuit of a degree I don't need. Hi.
Creature: ‘Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,
Said then the lost Archangel, this the seat
That we must change for Heaven, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light?’Victor: That’s… Paradise Lost. You’ve read Paradise Lost?
Creature: I liked it.
Doctor: You saw yourself as Adam.
Creature: I should be Adam. God was proud of Adam. But Satan’s the one I sympathize with. I was cast out like Satan. Though I did no wrong and when I see others content, I feel the bile rise in my throat, and it tastes like Satan’s bile. (x)
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)
#mary shelley #this quote though #it’s all kinds of wonderful #hey remember that time one asswipe was like you have 30 seconds to name something invented by a woman… #…and Mary was like SCIENCE FICTION MOTHERFUCKERS #that was awesome #thanks Mary Shelley (via snappily)
And the next time someone starts claiming that teenage girls have ruined the horror genre with romance or whatever you can be like, hey dicksmack, teenage girls and romance built your genre so sit the fuck down.
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i want this tattooed on me at some point
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Mary Shelley fucking invented your favourite genre motherfuckers. You owe her Kirk and Vader and every goddamned Joss has ever done that’s made you cream your pants. Created when she was a teenager cause, hey, that’s how she rolled. She took love and showed it as the powerful, terrifying, all-encompassing, ruthless, wrathful thing it is.
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This. Motherfucking. Commentary.
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Had I right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations? I had before been moved by the sophisms of the being I had created; I had been struck senseless by his fiendish threats; but now, for the first time, the wickedness of my promise burst upon me; I shuddered to think that future ages might curse me as their pest, whose selfishness had not hesitated to buy its own peace at the price, perhaps, of the existence of the whole human race.