Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)
Tell me why I can’t stop thinking about them
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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)
Tell me why I can’t stop thinking about them
"The horrors persist but so do libraries, books, iced coffee, sunsets, trees, the word 'fuck', the moon and the sea."
"The horrors persist but sodo libraries, books, iced coffee, sunsets, trees, the word 'fuck', the moon and the sea."
truly anything can be good if you do enough textual analysis
fandom at its core is about asking the age old question “what if they were doing that shit on purpose” and then they weren’t
anytime someone calls a he/him only trans man “they” an angel loses its wings
Rosencrantz: Do you think Death could possibly be a boat?
Guildenstern: No, no, no… death is not. Death isn’t. Take my meaning? Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can’t not be on a boat.
Rosencrantz: I’ve frequently not been on boats.
Guildenstern: No, no… what you’ve been is not on boats.
We’re more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can’t give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They’re all blood, you see.
sorry, England, looks like you’re just another conspiracy theory, cooked up by those diabolical mapmakers.
The thing about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead is that it puts two characters in a completely desperate situation : they only have each other in an uncaring world, they don’t understand and have no control over the events shaping their destiny, they have lost their memories and identity, and the shadow of their upcoming death is looming over them. Their reaction? Be very gay and talk bulshit. It’s relatable, you see.
anyways, Guildenstern’s earring is actually a wedding ring and Rosencrantz wears a matching one on his hand. thank you and goodnight
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I kept forgetting my nighttime antidepressant so I set an alarm where the sound was a recording of me saying "HEY. TAKE YOUR FUCKING PILL" because I thought it would be funny. It was funny about three times, and then it started making me mad and I'd dismiss it right away to make it stop. So I handed my phone to my partner, who made another recording sweetly saying "Okay Shira, it's time to take your medication" and now I don't get mad anymore and I take my pill. The "compassion over punishment" camp has gotta get something wrong one of these days