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"You Throw A Torch Into A Pile Of Buildings, And When They Are Consumed, You Sit Among The Ruins And
"You throw a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed, you sit among the ruins and lament the fall."
- Robert Walton
Frankenstein or, The Modern Prometheus
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More Posts from Notbrightenoughforthat
😭 that's so Kanha of him
𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬
KRISHNA : [carrying all the groceries]
RUKMINI : [reaches hand to help]
KRISHNA : [aggressively moves all bags to one hand to hold Rukmini's hand]
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。

One sitting outside the door while conversing on the phone while the other doesn't know of this is something I love sO much foran inexplicable reason. I feel it's just the fact that he's so close to you and yet something separates you; the fact that you are overwhelmed and maybe afraid for you know not what this close future holds. I dunno boy I just love it. I'd open the door and crumble into his embrace and sob incessantly but that's dramatic maybe [I'd do it nonetheless idc bitches]
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He’s been sitting outside the door for the past 20 minutes WHY IS HE SO FUCKING PERFECT AHHHH

He isn’t perfect. He literally could have said all this years ago 😂 or at least said she was pretty
alike many fellow mortals, home was my first grave.
"We do not dislike everything that shines, but we do prefer a pensive lustre to a shallow brilliance, a murky light that, whether in a stone or an artefact, bespeaks a sheen of antiquity... We do love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colours and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them."
Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, 'In Praise of Shadows'