The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.

struggling english literature student with no friends.

[icanhearthegrassgrow]

tinker tailor soldier spy fanvid for all the 70 year olds on here

[mr-rochester-of-thornfield-deac]

You’re in her DMs, I’m screaming her name across the moors and she somehow hears me. We’re not the same.

[peaceinthestorm]

Adolphe Weisz (1838-1916, Hungarian/French) - The Bedroom Mirror, n/d

[Source: LotSearch]

[throesofincreasingwonder]

Anyway. Sorry to be an English major on main but yes all stories have meanings and say things

[petaltexturedskies]

Tonight the moon is full. Through the window the moon covers my bed and turns everything a milky bluish white. So I escape by closing my eyes. Because the full moon is light insomnia: numb and drowsy like after love.

Clarice Lispector, from "Água Viva" (tr. by Stefan Tobler)

[softinvasions]

DIRECTOR'S NOTE

You can't go home. This play has a particular care for and interest in its victims. The resident

inciting event is endless. tragedy is much more concerned with footnotes than it is with gods.

well acquainted with what happens afterward, storytellers claim they can't diverge from what's

written: resist. rage against what must be. tell a story about war without talking

about love. survive its aftermath. fail to find resolution. make this suffering

a home. There's no breaking this chain— fate, as always, gets its way.

Poetry assembled from the program of an Oresteia production. Nov. 2023.

[pikslasrce]

@orpheuslament

[softinvasions]

DIRECTOR'S NOTE

You can't go home. This play has a particular care for and interest in its victims. The resident

inciting event is endless. tragedy is much more concerned with footnotes than it is with gods.

well acquainted with what happens afterward, storytellers claim they can't diverge from what's

written: resist. rage against what must be. tell a story about war without talking

about love. survive its aftermath. fail to find resolution. make this suffering

a home. There's no breaking this chain— fate, as always, gets its way.

Poetry assembled from the program of an Oresteia production. Nov. 2023.

[pikslasrce]

@orpheuslament

[deathgasmic]

wym i don’t know how to flirt? i literally tell you random and unimportant fun facts

[killingsboys-archived]

The term ‘final girl’ was coined by Carol J. Clover in her book Men, Women, and Chainsaws: Gender in the Modern Horror Film (1992). Clover suggested that in these films, the viewer began by sharing the perspective of the killer, but experienced a shift in identification to the final girl partway through the film.

[shmadej-deactivated20180906]

no song will ever be as good as the chain by fleetwood mac ……….. like ………… yes bitch ………. break the silence …………. damn the dark ………… damn your lies ……………

[m-aremagnum]

Florence performs live in Blackburn, England, 16 April 2022. (via @/high_as_hope, @/itsrunningfree and @/gaytonyrydinger on Twitter)

[becuzitisbitter]

You fucking wish the author was dead. The author is on twitter

[mothersbridalveil]

Charlotte Brontë’s earliest surviving miniature manuscript book with watercolour drawings, ca. 1828

[ashstfu]

i seek peace and salvation at the used bookstore downtown

[ecrituria]

Ever since I took a class on material culture and the significance of things and objects in our lives, I’ve started taking note of relevant readings I come across. For those interested, below is a partial list:

Objects of Despair: “Inspired by Roland Barthes, Meghan O’Gieblyn’s monthly column examines contemporary artifacts and the mythologies we have built around them.”

Fake Meat | Mirrors | Mars | Drones | The 10,000-Year Clock

Concrete: The Most Destructive Material on Earth (more on The Guardian’s “Concrete Week”)

The Unfortunate Fate of Childhood Dolls by Rainer Maria Rilke

AirPods Are a Tragedy

Thinging the Real: On Bill Brown’s “Other Things”

Sum Effects: “Personal or real, tangible or intangible, durable, hard, soft, consumable, or perishable: my grandmother owned none of it. Goldyne Alter died with no possessions.”

A janitor rescued migrants’ possessions from a border facility’s trash. Now they’re art.

Evocative Objects: Things We Think With, ed. by Sherry Turkle

Friendly Floatees

Great Pacific garbage patch

Plastic: an autobiography by Allison Cobb

Curating the Anthropocene: “Imagine a future archeologist on a dig in what was once downtown Los Angeles, excavating, exposing layers of history, like the paleontologists at the La Brea Tar Pits are doing today, finding bones of saber-toothed cats, mammoth, and dire wolves. What does the archeologist of the future find?”

[tributary]

girls be like “i know a spot,” and then wash the imagined blood out of both of their hands to rid themselves of horrible guilt

[wagahai-da]

i wake up, and for what? more current events