mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head
love religious horror but in the ‘loving your god so much but never hearing from them that when you find something that is so undeniably not godly you latch onto it, soak your hands in its blood, worship it as if there is nothing else it could be’ type of way. in the ‘your prayers have always fallen onto deaf ears but here it is, here’s something answering you finally and it is not your god but why shouldn’t you worship it anyways?’ type of way. in the ‘i will love you to the point of creation and destruction’ type of way. you know?
