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I have been for a while but now you’re Allowed to see a tumblr blog of mine

[writing-soup]

im really sorry about your brother. i know it aches about your parents. shake it - metro station. what am i wearing? a lot of pink a lot of black a lot of weight and a lot of memories. hard times - paramore. favorite color, white. bones are white. something lovable about everyone. under my skin - jukebox the ghost there’s just something about being thirteen and small on big streets isn’t there

[writing-soup]

DEATH - melanie martinez. im sorry about your childhood dog. i know it aches about your grandparents. in sensing your brother, i think i saw glimpses of the real you. there’s so much they wish we knew, and we do, but what is knowledge without belief? this city is a graveyard - storme. what am i wearing? a lot of pink a lot of black a lot of stickers a lot of weight and a lot of memories. hard times - paramore. i’m not sorry that i didn’t do my homework. i was busy hunting for bones. no, thirteen is not too young to talk to spirits. know what? my best ghost friend haunting my phone says you’re a massive nerd.

[waitingforthet]

I posted my Dracula thread, might as well follow it up with a Frankenstein thread.

[nvr-pass]

"frankenstein's monster"? um. uh actually. he's not- *holding back tears* please say 'the creature' he's not actually a monster!! he's just a little very tall guy who didn't ask to be born!!! *sniff* he's literally just- why are you calling him a monster???!? it's people like you who made him turn to violence! he's not .... he's not a monster!! *breaks down crying*

[medievalthymes]

fuck dating apps i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (i’m on an arctic expedition and we rescue you from being trapped on an ice floe after attempting to kill a monster of your own creation)

[youworeflowersinyourhair]

I love how the message of Frankenstein isn’t “don’t play god and commit hubristic acts of mad science” but instead “when you commit a hubristic act of mad science you are responsible for parenting whatever comes out of it”

[5weekdays]

i don't usually post my art online but guess who has a new favorite book

[exhaustedwerewolf]

victor frankenstein will be like “a terrifying creature is trying to murder me :(“ my brother in christ you sewed him together in your dorm room

[classic-lit-memes4u]

not mine but hilarious

[dduane]

OH YES

[theragingpan]

thinking about benoit blanc being like. a genuinely good and cool dude

in addition to being considerate of others' feelings?? comforting marta "because you are a good nurse" without just steamrolling over her during the revelatory scene about ransom???? his little gasp and horrified expression when he thinks helen has died???? him walking away and handing helen klear and basically telling her to blow the fucking thing up????????

love him love this movie love them

[zendaiya]

Madelyn Clyne in GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022), Dir. Rian Johnson

[joammanewsom]

i gotta feeling .... woooo ooooooo..... that tonight's gonna be a soup night... tonight's gonna be a soup night.. tonight's gonna b a soup soup night ............

tonight's the night. let's soup it up. i got my soup. let's slurp it up

[samshepard]

shoutout to everyone dealing with. thhe fucking difficulty

[rosemochi]

the fact that all of my mutuals immediately reblogged this from me really says something about all of us, doesn't it

[writing-soup]

i wish you’d at least gasp when you see them dragged out. or do you sigh in relief, counting the hours until it is your responsibility to do so? working the night shift has corroded that soul. i am going to rob you for all you truly have, and that is, at best, a handful of chips and a bad smell.

[sleepybeeblog]

I hope you know I read this out of context and agreed fully. Working food service night shift is shit.

[writing-soup]

I didn’t realize who u were for a moment and I had a Whoa an interaction wonder how this person found this post ? Moment .

[crystallizedtwilight]

can u believe the play ends like this

[writing-soup]

i wish you’d at least gasp when you see them dragged out. or do you sigh in relief, counting the hours until it is your responsibility to do so? working the night shift has corroded that soul. i am going to rob you for all you truly have, and that is, at best, a handful of chips and a bad smell.

[writing-soup]

pounding pounding thump thump, my fists dripping blood. who put this glass wall around me? i don’t need my heartbeat. may i have the stuffed leopard from my birth? do my old shirts still smell of me, and how can i remember the scent to check? is there anybody to brush my hair? i would be content only to sit and stare.

[writing-soup]

i did not mean to promise protection. you lay your dead, your young, upon my domain. i did not intend to fool you. i cannot protect you. i will drag you into me. you will straighten my spine and color my branches and close your eyes in haste burials. what is left cannot be protected. if you are lucky, it can only be found. i pray what I could not absorb will always be found.