what if instead of hamlet it was called spamlet and he was pig

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what if instead of hamlet it was called spamlet and he was pig
can’t spell erotic without rot #myrot
And then you can’t even say shit about bc people start trying to put you in a jacket and shit. Like omg it’s so strict???
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my sexual fantasy Is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me
a satellite, circling life. a moment, your words cutting deep. alone. together, connected. beating heart, rhythm of life. content. words, disjointed. we share this vision. meaning foretold, in those breaths we share.
— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”
a satellite, circling life. a moment, your words cutting deep. alone. together, connected. beating heart, rhythm of life. content. words, disjointed. we share this vision. meaning foretold, in those breaths we share.
did you get the dream i sent you?
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Two: 1920-1924
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