Hamlet & Ophelia

in libras, libertas

[dark-romantics]

"If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing"

~ Unknown

[geryone]

Suspend, Nancy Kuhl

[hamletandophelia]

[ …so many kinds of hunger. ]

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

“I need a long uninterrupted nap, one where the world pauses with me just so that I don’t have to stress about what to do next.”

-an excerpt from (apoetsparacosm) diary

[hamletandophelia]

[ …one where the world pauses with me… ]

[clementinevonradics]

“What no one ever talks about is how dangerous hope can be. Call it forgiveness with teeth.”

— Clementine von Radics, “That Spring Everything Grew Wild and the Rain Came Down Like Punishment”, Mouthful of Forevers (via wordsnquotes)

[hamletandophelia]

[ Call it forgiveness with teeth. ]

[hamletandophelia]

“You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.” -Chuck Palahniuk; Diary

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

[hamletandophelia]

[ This is your tragedy… ]

[lifeguardtanlines]

Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have lived lightly in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done?

— James Longenbach, Barcarolle

[hamletandophelia]

[ …so small a thing… ]

[hamletandophelia]

“‘It’s a good story,’ he said. He even grinned at me. ‘I’ll tell you.’

‘Please,’ I said.

And then he did.” -Hanya Yanagihara; A Little Life

[hamletandophelia]

“I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky

Thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands

Even if it burns.” -Tracy K. Smith;

“Don’t you wonder sometimes,” Life on Mars

[lifeinpoetry]

I too, someday, will end, & this forgetting is a kind of freedom.

— Alexandra Regalado, from "Five American Sentences," Relinquenda

[hamletandophelia]

[ I too, someday, will end… ]

[luthienne]

“…the most precious thing of all: solitude.”

— Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star (tr. Benjamin Moser)

[hamletandophelia]

[ …the most precious thing…:solitude. ]

[hamletandophelia]

In another lifetime

We will be brave enough

To love

Each other

Out loud -j.b.

[hamletandophelia]

“My deplorable mania for analysis exhausts me. I doubt everything, even my doubt.” -Gustave Flaubert; From a Letter to Louise Colet

[lifeinpoetry]

Who says the forms of art require joy? Could not rot suffice, or anger? The tip of my tongue with the blister on it is a wounded feeler. From underground up, I am like a wasted festival. A squirrel stands up next to the wall and puts one paw over her heart. And me, I pledge allegiance to the sweat and salt.

— Sharon Olds, from "Narcissus Takes Another Look at Household Tasks," Balladz

[hamletandophelia]

[ Could not rot suffice, or anger? ]

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

[hamletandophelia]

[Never…able to escape…your…heart.]

[hamletandophelia]

“Abuse can feel like love…” he repeated. “Why?”

He looked at the teacher, unwavering. “Starving people will eat anything.”

- Penelope Douglas; Nightfall

[hamletandophelia]

I will never

Forget you.

Or this,

Or here,

For as long

As I live

And sometime

After that, too -d.j