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I'm so tired of the rain falling softly on the ground. Just enough to get my feet wet but not enough to let me drown. I've been laying in my bed wishing I had never woken. Begging god to rid my head of every word you've ever spoken. Broke my knuckles on the wall because I thought about the call, where you said you'd always love me. Do you not tell the truth at all? Well if I ever cross your mind, make sure you write down the times so I will know the moments I was eating you alive Now I lay here waiting with the hope that I might find some sleep. I need some sleep tonight. 'Cause ive been waiting on your call but I know it well never come but im still waiting by the phone. And dont you dare say you ever loved me or even tell me that you cared, 'cause you knew what you were doing and you know just what you've done. How dare you say, you miss me, with your spit still on his tongue. I am broken. I am beaten. I'm mistreated and im torn. I am cold with no direction but I'm lost without your warmth. I'm trying hard to find some hope that I might get the chance to breathe. Get off my mind. Give back my heart and get the fuck away from me. I know I couldn't give you much but I know I gave my best. You were always my princess and now he's sliding up your dress. And I know I gave the world everything ive ever had. Johnny cash said love would burn. I never thought it'd hurt this bad. You are the itch that's on my back. You are the gum under my shoe. You are the horrors of my past. You are the chill that haunts the room. You are the creaking on my steps. You are cancer. You are plague. You are regret. You are disease. I wish that you would go away 

Front Porch Step - Drown

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbWgw4Tmh4k

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“Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to ignore the smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse. We hide our emotions but I found out they’re just live animals hiding in a glass house. I can’t let them out or even let them change somehow but that’s all I can tell you now ‘cause I’m not ready to tell you everything I want you to know but I’m ready to trust you or at least I’m ready to let love show. I spent the last few years chasing my desires and I found out I was just chasing my own demons. When I found desire in you, you called my words excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons. Simple execution of neglect and preparation for something hidden in a deeply rooted promise that will always speak my mind but sometimes my mind will be mistaken. Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to leave room for error, but I make enough errors to leave an empty room in my heart and with no one to turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark. I will hide the light until you ask for it to ignite because the truth is bright but hidden in plain sight. Deep within the dark pools of your eyes, the deep secrets cold as ice but sharp as a knife. That feeling of real vibes hidden deep inside my dark feeling that I’m just depressions trophy wife, a sight to exemplify surviving the night. Cause me and my friends, we never get in trouble but we are a troubled bunch. Hope lies within our potential, deep within the rubble, hoping that light will touch. A hypocritical statement, a blatant placement of words that only have purpose if you strike a match and ignite them, and there you go we solved the problem for darkness but reinstated a purpose of hatred within the deep desires we developed to envelope the cyclical deep desires of desiring deep connections to add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness. Questioning, representing messages of necessary self-fulfillment. Some are satisfied with their instinct to survive through the storm of darkness others call it selfishness but me and my friends, we don’t subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the lights on. No, we never ask. Me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate regardless but sometimes the light doesn’t matter when we wear a mask. So what is gained if this isn’t me? It’s like having lungs but no ability to breathe. I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end and it’s the only conclusion I can see. Cause some day maybe the identity of “me and my friends” will just be “me.” But with this mask it doesn’t matter how bright the lights are cause I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I am unless it’s me and my friends.”

- Hotels Books - Nothing was different - 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMVj7O9sOm8

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Some days I wake up with an inner heat, a burn that expands, starts in my head, takes on my soul and aches to extend outwardly, I feel it in my throat, the tips of my fingers, inside my guts, down to my toes. I cannot speak, I tremble when I walk. It’s you in me, taking over my insides and spreading. Do you know? Have you ever known the inner violence, the inner struggle? To escape; to seek refuge in another soul; to smash yourself against it and make sure the ruin extends; to kill and be killed; to stay in with blood and come out for more? Have you ever felt the mark on your soul burning, the mark you get from your fire colliding with someone else’s? It’s in me now, moving for you, towards you, against you… it’s awake, it doesn’t know how to sleep. It exhausts itself.

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CHARACTER MOODBOARD // juliet von anliker - eighteen - swiss

Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give. — Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters

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One thing that makes me really sad about Romeo and Juliet is that I totally 100% think Tybalt and Mercutio would have been great friends if Mercutio wasn’t friends with Romeo. Like think about it, they’re really similar, but just different enough to not butt heads.

They’re both headstrong and stuborn. They’re both extremely loyal to their friends/family. They’re both skilled fighters, who aren’t afraid of a fight.

BUT

Mercutio is a lover as well as a fighter. Tybalt (at least from what we see from the play) is cold. Mercutio is a joker (he literally makes a pun aS HE IS DYING) Tybalt is extremely serious. Mercutio is free spirited. Tybalt doesn’t seem like that type.

They would perfectly complement each other. They are just similar enough to have something in common but just different enough to balance each other. (Bonus: Mercutio would definitely be a Hufflepuff and Tybalt a Slytherin and those friendships are the perfect combination)

Idk, my school is doing Romeo and Juliet and I asked my teacher if she thinks theyd be friends and she said no but I really really think they would be. You know, if Willy Shakes decided he wanted this story to be happy instead of quadruple death and despair ☺

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Hey duke! Do you think that Juliet Capulet is an example of a strong female character?

I think it depends how you play her. (But it’s also worth remembering that she’s a teenage girl who defies her parents even when they threaten to throw her out of the house and fakes her own death to avoid an arranged marriage she doesn’t want to be in. None of that says “weak” to me.)

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Hey :) A little "Romeo and Juliet" question. How would you characterize the familys? I think the Capulets are best describe in Act 2, Scene 4. : "[..]these fashionmongers, these guys who say “pardon me,” these guys who care so much about manners that they can’t kick back on a bench without whining? “Oh, my aching bones!”" And Montague the contrary. So Mercutio represent for me Montague and Tybalt Capulet. What do you think? Have a nice day ;)

Hello :)

I actually don’t think that Shakespeare’s given a certain characteristic to one family and another characteristic to the other. There’s no general characterisation one can ascribe to either. You’ve got to be aware that the bit you’re paraphrasing is Mercutio speaking about the sort of young man Tybalt is (rather than the Capulets in general), and that in any case he’s hardly an unbiased source of information. Also, Mercutio seems to think that Tybalt is a fashionable dueller who cares more for forms than for the fight but it’s actually rather ironic then that Tybalt wins his duel with Mercutio through an unmannerly and underhanded tactic when he wounds the man under Romeo’s arm. 

As for a contrast with Tybalt, the head of the house of Capulet actually shows himself a tolerant and generous man to the younger generation at the dance, telling Tybalt ‘Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone. / ‘A bears him like a portly gentleman’ (1.5.64-65) when Tybalt is fully ready for a fight (’Fetch me my rapier, boy.’ [1.5.54]). As I said, if one house can show more than one type of personality, it does suggest that there isn’t an overarching theme to each house.

As for Mercutio, I’m afraid he’s not a Montague at all; he’s a relation of Escalus, the Prince of Verona.

Overall, I think the feud is powerful precisely because there isn’t such a big different between the families, and that really emphasises how arbitrary such fighting is. After all, they’re not so different that Romeo and Juliet can’t fall in love.

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I personally don’t understand the whole thing of 13 reasons why romanticizing suicide.

You know what romanticized suicide?

Romeo and Juliet and that is taught in schools.

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Modern Romeo and Juliet 1

[The Balcony Scene]

Juliet: Romeo why the fuck did you have to be a Montague? Can you not just, like, ignore your annoying family, or at least pinky promise you love me. I'll do the same for you babe.

Romeo: [aside] Shit is getting real here, i'm gonna hide in the bushes a little longer...

Juliet: It sucks that you're a Montague, because i'm supposed to be against you. But if you think about it, i'm not technically even against you, just your surname. So if you could just change your name, we'd be fine and then we can have sex!

Romeo: I'M HERE WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT SEX? Ahem, I mean, I love you! Tell me you love me and i'll stop being Romeo

Juliet: But then who will you be?

Romeo: No, babe, that's not what I mean. I mean I will still be Romeo, but I won't align myself with my fam.

Juliet: Okay but if you're not a Montague anymore, and not Romeo anymore, then are you really anything still?

Romeo: Eh I didn't really think the name was matching my emo aesthetic anyways

Juliet: Kay then! So, are you just gonna stay there, or are you going to climb this vertical wall that is several meters tall and could easily kill you if you fell, not to mention my family, who would kill you if they found out you were here, because you know, the feud.

Romeo:

Juliet:

Romeo:

Juliet: I'm also really horny

Romeo: Shit i'm on my way, possible death is not gonna stop me from getting some tonight!

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Life sucks and then you die

lovely ex-english teacher who i will always love a bit too much, also an excuse used by every shitty person