🤍remi🤍

honey baby {she/her 23} | #슙국 | myg + jjk | honey_euphoria on ao3 🖤 comms: now open! ⭐️currently writing: wolf jk, daechwita sequel ♥️header by @orangysodaa

[saga-in-outer-space]

hello! ♡ i'm remi~

welcome to my library!

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➸ curiouscat.me/honey_euphoria

➸ ko-fi.com/honey_euphoria

[alisvart]

They are whispering🫢💞

[whimsicalfairytales]

Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways

[sad-stucky-shipper-107]

For all my beloved mutuals who might need it

[propheticjester]

Can't stop thinking about how it's Horatio and not Hamlet who is in both the first and last scene. This is the story of Hamlet, but somehow the play begins and ends with Horatio, because even though it's about Hamlet, it's not actually his story. These are the things Horatio has witnessed - the things we as the audience have witnessed alongside him - and he is going to "speak to the yet unknowing world [h]ow these things came about" (Hamlet, 5.2.364-365). We start with Horatio witnessing the appearance of the ghost and we end with him surrounded by the dead, vowing to tell their stories.

[checkoutmybookshelf]

These combinations rarely seem to be good ideas in practice, no matter how much THRIFT we're aiming for, Horatio...

[benvoolioo]

Hi Professor,

I was wondering if I could possibly be granted an extension on the assignment due Friday. Unfortunately I’m a bit behind as I recently witnessed the deaths of the entire Danish royal family and the Norwegian invasion of Denmark. This has made it somewhat difficult for me to focus on my work. 

Regards,

Horatio

[schwoofy]

Day 27 of repostober! 🌇🐱

[fishingforwords]

i want to live.

jonathan safran foer, extremely loud and incredibly close || sylvia plath, the bell jar || robert frost, the road not taken || t.s. eliot, the love song of j. alfred prufrock || everything everywhere all at once || doc luben, love letters or suicide notes || wikipedia || john greenleaf whittier || hamilton: the musical, who lives who dies who tells your story || mary oliver, the summer day || carlos ramirez, the fig tree

[bloom-and-blood]

[macaulaytwins]

he’s a 10 but one of his paintings keeps getting uglier and more horrific with each passing day

[bird--egg]

Quagsire is one of my favourite pokemon. They just look so head empty I love them deeply.

[milkshreds]

Wooper and Quagsire

[i-am-mldy]

if TBOSAS doesn't end with Donald Sutherland as Snow in his office perhaps having flashbacks of that day in the woods while watching the 74th Hunger Games then all of the sudden he hears the Willow song and he just stares eyes wide mouth quivering in utter shock and disbelief at the literal personification of his karma and imminent demise then what's the point?

[dive2space]

i know a shortcut

[soracities]

i am going to check the despair. i am on this earth to read the poems my friends write and to fall in love w songs i hear through those i love and listen to my siblings thunderclap of wild laughter from the other room and crunch frost-bitten grass beneath my feet and watch pigeons jauntily flocking in and out of derelict windows and count dust motes in a shaft of early morning light in midwinter and and and and and. goodnight.

[soracities]

and ugly cry while chopping onions, and peel the stickers off of fruit to stick them on my brother when he isnt looking, and marvel at toddlers in their oversized coats, and wake up to go to the bathroom only to find the moon shining through my window illuminating everything everything everything

[soracities]

and twist the teabag string around the handle of my mug, and catch glimpses of the sea through a train window, and spritz my hands w orange blossom water, and hear birdsong at 5pm, and drop sprigs of thyme in warm milk, and yes maybe cry a bit and then again and then some more but as long as i can do that it means im here and feeling things a lot of things still. still

[bakwaaas]

@fairycosmos / Comic by @shhhitsfine / Comic by @incendavery