ultimately the truth about frankenstein is that we are all grotesque amalgamations of the best and worst parts of everyone who came before us. and sometimes the people who are supposed to love us because of and in spite of this will not. and we can kill them with hammers for that. and i think that’s beautiful
read a poem on here years ago and the line that has stuck with me for ages is "when i look into the mirror i do not see myself, but all of you who made me." and it hits every time because it's so apt
