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two-bees-poetry · 3 months ago
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so soft it hurts
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qu4lc0s41ncu1cr3d3r3 · 7 months ago
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Non trasformare i tuoi pensieri nelle tue prigioni
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sparklyshakespeare · 2 months ago
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shakespeare plays as fashion shows
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hi guys welcome back to my arson club please make sure to like and subscribe uwu
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a-j-s-the-only · 4 months ago
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”Love looks
not with the
eyes, but with
the mind, and
therefore is
winged cupid
painted blind.”
-Shakespeare
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iamstandingwater · 1 year ago
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oh god. Ophelia handing out flowers before she dies. Hamlet wailing 'Heaven and earth/Must I remember?' at the beginning of the play. Ophelia's gentle 'Pray you love remember.' Memory is religious but Hamlet prays to heaven and she prays to the only other woman on stage. Perhaps she is remembering the future and it is driving her insane, perhaps she is a woman with blood in her mouth from biting her tongue. The dead girl lays flowers at the graves of the living.
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n0-eyed-girl · 1 month ago
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shoppersinsight-blog · 1 month ago
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When William Shakespear said:
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cornerinthestone · 23 days ago
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My existence condenses itself to perpetually desiring to be everything all at once and be nothing at all. I want to feel, see, hear, taste, and smell all this world has to offer as much as I wish I could vanish the very next second. I want to be god and I want to be rot. I want to be so passionately it makes me not want to be.
I go out and yearn to become the man walking a couple steps ahead of me on the dirty asphalt where lays a crumpled autumn leaf that I am convinced could contain my entire soul. I exhale as I finally reach the dilemma my greater wrote about.
To be or not to be.
From this point on I have to resolve myself to the dichotomy of my own nature, to my body tearing itself into two in search of its soul, a white knight desperately clinging onto a dark horse.
Whatever will I do when the day comes that I have to choose. Whatever will I do if I stay stuck in this balance I have found. Because there is no harmony, only balance. There is no motivation, only discipline. There is no happiness, only contentment. No fulfillment, only moderation.
If I don't get these words off my mind they would climb out on their own, like the tears that grow claws and scratch at my throat where I've choked them up.
I don't want to live, but the only remedy to that is to live harder.
k.ehb ♡ (@cornerinthestone)
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pjo-tvs-version · 1 month ago
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Something about the play Macbeth that really isn't talked about is the character of Banquo. He is always portrayed as this loyal, noble, righteous and honorable person. But we never dig into his ambiguity as a character. He was there with Macbeth when the witches delivered the prophecy, he was kind of subconsciously (I believe consciously though) always suspecting Macbeth's intentions and his reactions from the very beginning. However, we never notice him telling this to anybody. The witches' words did manage to get to him. We see him as this faithful person to Duncan but never once does he mention his meeting with the witches. But never once does he call Macbeth out. It's always like he knows what stuff Macbeth did but just let's it slide. Maybe, you never know he wasn't this great person that he is shown as. Maybe internally he was alright with the drastic turn in events. Maybe a tiny part in him wanted this to happen so that the words of the witches come true. Imagine him having nightmares because of these guilty thoughts and waking up Fleance, his son which makes him extremely concerned about his father. @solo-walker what do you think?
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dozecoin · 7 months ago
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happy pride month to duke orsino my favorite sad bisexual
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two-bees-poetry · 2 months ago
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my voice is in my sword
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urlocalbone · 9 days ago
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holy Darwin I finished a 2 hr Macbeth audiobook ALONG with the 72 pg play in one sitting since when was I so productive
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I’ll go nap for the next 5 hrs bye
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chaoticmacademia · 4 months ago
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A Romeo and Juliett production, but it's about a trans girl desperately trying despite her family's disapproval to become from Romeo into Juliett
"Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owns"
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when life gets hard kick harder. or cry harder that works too ^~^
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a-j-s-the-only · 4 months ago
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“The question is: is it better to be alive or dead? Is it nobler to put up with all the nasty things that luck throws your way, or to fight against all those troubles by simply putting an end to them once and for all? Dying, sleeping—that's all dying is—a sleep that ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us—that's an achievement to wish for. To die, to sleep-to sleep, maybe to dream. Ah, but there's the catch: in death's sleep who knows what kind of dreams might come, after we've put the noise and commotion of life behind us. That's certainly something to worry about. That's the consideration that makes us stretch out our sufferings so long.
After all, who would put up with all life's humiliations-the abuse from superiors, the insults of arrogant men, the pangs of unrequited love, the inefficiency of the legal system, the rudeness of people in office, and the mistreatment good people have to take from bad-when you could simply take out your knife and call it quits? Who would choose to grunt and sweat through an exhausting life, unless they were afraid of something dreadful after death, the undiscovered country from which no visitor returns, which we wonder about without getting any answers from and which makes us stick to the evils we know rather than rush off to seek the ones we don't? Fear of death makes us all cowards, and our natural boldness becomes weak with too much thinking. Actions that should be carried out at once get misdirected, and stop being actions at all. […]”
-Hamlet. Act 3, Scene 1, Page 6
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