If He’s YOUR Boyfriend, Why Is His Portrait Decaying From MY Corrupt Ideas??

status plays a part in this with the sebastian-antonio and hamlet-horatio dynamic but corollary to that other post another devastating pronoun thing at work here is when the character who privately uses thou and publicly you for the other character (beatrice, horatio, antonio) is then thoued by the other one (benedick, hamlet, sebastian) but they still refuse to drop the you :( 

I can’t be the only person that has never actually been in a relationship but feels they can really relate to quotes/posts about love? It’s weird lol

i am the shyest attention whore ever

Mykonos, Greece 🇬🇷

sometimes its just like *street lights reflecting off the wet asphalt at night* maybe life isnt so ugly after all

guys you weren’t ugly 10 years ago you were just literal children

I hate the “Thoreau’s mom did his laundry” criticism so much, it drives me crazy.

Henry Thoreau did not go to Walden Pond because he thought it would be a fun adventure. He went into the woods because he was deeply depressed and burnt out. He was running from the horror of his brother and best friend recently dying in his arms, and the haunting memory of causing the Fairhaven Bay fire. His friend Ellery Channing literally gave him the ultimatum of either taking some time off to write and think, or else be institutionalized.

I think Thoreau’s mother saw her depressed son choosing to retreat into a small cabin in the woods, and was worried about him. Of course she did his laundry - just as Ralph Waldo Emerson probably brought him firewood and bread. These were not chores of obligation to support a “great” man, but services of love to help their deeply depressed 28yo son and friend.

And if you ask me, there’s a lesson in that - to “suck out the marrow of life” and “live deliberately,” one must also accept help offered from the people in your life who love you. There is no true transcendentalism or individualism without love and friendship behind it.

If you heard of writer’s block, get ready for reader’s block. You want to read. You have time. You know what to read; how have a pile of books ready to be read. You cannot sit still and focus enough to do so or you can’t even open the book.

literally i just can’t comprehend any interpretation of hamlet that doesn’t put grief at the center like. hamlet’s father died and he is actively grieving throughout the play that is the driver of all of his behavior. “is hamlet actually crazy or is he putting on a performance” is a boring question to me because grief is a type of insanity. grief makes you feel like you are performing even when you are all alone. it makes you feel like you’re seeing things it makes you feel completely alone it makes you cling to the people around you it makes you push them away it makes you angry and sad and hamlet wants to kill claudius for replacing his father and taking his mother from him as much as he wants to kill him for revenge.