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shakespeare characters having weird reactions to deaths: macbeth / hamlet / julius caesar

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WAIT I DREW THIS IN 2018 before we knew anything about totk I predicted falling zelda

time passes, people move… like a river’s flow, it never ends

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sighs but in the way that dogs do sometime

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this reddit post is so good.

a trans guy who is also a butch who dates both men and women-- I aspire to be like this. oh, to play 5d chess with gender.

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Hey guys! So my thesis this semester is a series of illustrations, + some little design elements, loosely depicting four Shakespeare plays in different settings: so first up, we have Romeo and Juliet in what I can only call The Space Renaissance! Science fiction isn’t my forte, so this was a fun challenge. It ended up being more Renaissance than Space, but that’s kind of what I was going for.

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casual wear (splattered with blood) vs. evening wear (drenched in blood)

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Fucking love fantasy novels they really throw you in zero context bombarding you with fantasy names for races, cities, religions, nations like fuck you!!!! You WILL get confused by the names of the native dishes of Palgocya and the authorities of the city state Zinkolny's Tribunal du Monstre!!! Was the Emperor of Xernull's name Zolga Nendurann or Q'uenn Khulna?!?!?

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on love as conversation

alice oseman radio silence (via @liriostigre) \ bell hooks

kofi

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i come back from a book and its like how the hell are you people just going on like this. didnt you read the book with me. how is the real world so disconnected from the whole book world i just experienced

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Alain Badiou, In Praise of Love (in conversation with Nicolas Truong) trans. Peter Bush [transcript in ALT]

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thank you for all the reblogs of my old r&j posts lol some of them still hit :’^*

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motherfucking Fairy Midwife JESUS Christ fuck dude mother fucking tiny fairy bullshit JESUS can you fucking believe this shit God damn agate stone then fucking forefinger and shit right fucking alderman God damn team of little atomies God damn this shit I can’t even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just said this shit fuck fairies’ midwife man motherfucking chariot is an empty hazelnut she gallops night by night fuck night by night motherfucking through lovers brains with plagues with blisters fucking sweetmeats shit fairies’ midwife I’m very tired no man I’ll just talk about the fairies’ midwife all day shit man you must be so interested in the shit I have to say about the fairies’ midwife fuck dude I just saw the year and a half ago fuck Fairy Midwife man man she fucked over a soldier’s neck and crazy dreams of cutting foriegn throats or did the drums in his ear fuck this is she who’s the fairies’ midwife I don’t like dying I can’t think of who the fuck is the fairies’ midwife all I can think is the hag who bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs who the fuck is the fairies’ midwife

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“It is terrifying. And yet, you knew what you were getting into. You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know to love is to be a whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal. It is to be in the world, honest. It is to place someone next to your beating heart, in the absolute darkness of your inner, and trust they will hold you close.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, from Open Water. (via xshayarsha)

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saw a boat today that looked so soft and so lonely, if I was stronger maybe I would write a poem about her

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stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day