no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

wanting to kiss someone is just. like. what do you mean i am experiencing something akin to hunger? what do you mean i can feel this as an actual tactile ache? it is not "i want" like "i want a bike," it is "i want" like i am found wanting. you can want it so much you can force your own pupils to dilate. i'm seasick about it. this is a thing we evolved. this is something that we can physically crave.

can’t stop thinking about the scene in frankenstein 2025 when the creature asks for a companion with a small hopeful smile on his face. only for victor to immediately become disgusted, immediately jumping to the concept of them “procreating” and breeding more monsters. and it cuts back to the creature with such a sad confused expression it absolutely broke my heart. he genuinely just wanted a friend and it almost seemed like he didn’t even know what victor was implying

anastasia would be way more awesome if she became a hardcore communist in the years she had amnesia. like imagine you dedicate your life to the bolshevik cause and then you find out you're literally a member of the overthrown royal family that'd be crazy

you have a disgusting "true love" fetish

shhhhh not right now, i’m fantasizing about financial stability

someone should be sucking on my nipples whilst I whimper btw