The Inherent Homoeroticism Of Killing Your Enemy And Immediately Regretting It

“you make my heart beat in iambic pentameter.”

no you don’t understand shakespeare literally writes to the beat of your heart

that’s why shakespearean actors will sometimes pound their chests in time to the words during readings

that’s why you use fluctuations in the rhythm to track your character’s emotional state - any irregularities in the scansion are like the character’s heart stuttering or jumping or skipping a beat

that’s why when characters share the rhythm - switching off in the middle of a foot - those characters inevitably have an extraordinarily intimate connection

shakespeare fucking writes viscerally, he is literally in your body, and that, my friend, that is why the best shakespearean actors don’t posture and emote

you have to be fucking alive and passionate and electric - it can’t be intellectual, in the end, it has to be about connection and the sweating, cheering, jeering, bleeding masses you’re performing to, because make no mistake, shakespeare may go to lofty heights, but he only works if you’re just as grounded in the earth. he has to be in your body. he has to be in your body.

holy motherfucking shit i love shakespeare so much, get him in your bones, breathe him in, stomp and rage and pine, dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum, it is literally to the beat of your heart

U speak german?!

not a lot but i speak other languages and i got the general gist of it being the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century :)

i’m coining a new literary criticism called feralism and it’s when you wildly misread the text as a glamorization of hedonism like how we as a society read the great gatsby and now want to throw banging 20s themed gatsby parties or read the secret history and want to hold a bacchanal. it recognizes literature as a vessel for the repressed human need to just lose your fucking mind.

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Preferably people in their teens like me just so it’s easier to talk too.

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How to feel etheral:

- write poetry in the dark and play soft, melancholic songs

- recite poetry to yourself

- drink tea and warm your cold hands with the cup

- leave little notes to people you love

- smile at strangers on the street and at kids

- give genuine compliments

- live to create beauty that will live on forever

- wear comfortable clothes

- give hugs

- wear jewellery that means a lot to you

- memorise the lyrics you love most and write them everywhere

- keep your intentions pure and honest

- read.a lot

- find beauty in everything

- be genuine

- love madly,deeply and passionately

- be kind to yourself

- put aside time to do your hair and skin care

- keep your eyes bright and curious

- speak softly and clearly

- write letters

- nurture yourself

- use blush :*

lying on the couch

- boring

- feels unproductive

- u just kind of lie there

lying on the couch with a poofy shirt:

- melodramatic

- inherently homoerotic

- oscar wilde is proud

Mmmmm cider and pizza

A healthy Saturday night dinner

The amount of time that the Ancient Egyptian civilisation lasted is just so mind boggling. It lasted over 3000 years. That's such an insane amount of time. It ended around 30BC meaning that it will only be extinct for as long as it existed in around 950 years. Cleopatra lived closer to the invention of bitcoin than the building of the pyramids of Giza. They were already ancient to her. What the fuck

i used to think that icarus’ death was just a tragic accident—the kind so prevalent in greek mythology, where the hero survives the most dangerous part but tragedy befalls in the most unexpected/preventable way as a result of hubris/arrogance/carelessness. but icarus’ fate was no accident. tragic, yes, but also beautiful in its inevitability: a tribute to the inexorable entanglement between love and death, desire and destruction, intimacy and decay — all of which are ultimately just forms of want and loss. after all, everything has a price, an equal and opposite reaction.

desire is synonymous with fire. it’s something i think mortals are only capable of experiencing in tiny doses: little fires in our guts, live wires down our spine, warm flushes across our cheeks. like taking very small sips of too-hot tea, desire must be drawn out over a lifetime of intimacy—lest it burn us up completely. but apollo feels things with all his immortal intensity: he is pure fire and light and heat. i am not sure there exists a purer form of love than that of the sun.

this is why icarus’ fate is no accident, nor another allegory on the dangers of hubris. it was inevitable from the start. the same way achilles’ virility and vitality was paid for with his death at such a young age, the heat from apollo’s fleeting, fatal moment of desire for icarus is the same as a lifetime’s worth of slow-burning love between two mortals.

i like to believe that icarus didn’t lose his life—not exactly. he just lived it all at once in a single, blazing moment of intimacy with the sun.