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cuando sonó el timbre y vio que eran las 4 de la madrugada se levantó más dormido que despierto. solo en boxers, se quedó tranquilo al ver que breixo estaba rascando la puerta. pensó que sería alguna de sus hermanas pero se sorprendió al abrir y encontrarse a babette. “son las 4 de la mañana.” preguntó confuso, bostezando y haciéndola pasar. “¿qué pasa? ¿ha ocurrido algo? ¿estás bien?”
Hey, my name is Andy Biersack but you may also know me as Andy Black and I sing in that band that was hated for quite some time known as Black Veil Brides. I also played Johnny Faust in the movie American Satan, as well as doing a bunch of other shit. I have a deep love for Batman, my fur babies and being highly sarcastic. I can’t think of what else I should include so pretend I said some cool and witty things here and let’s call it a day.
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⇢ SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS
Macbeth:
the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover.
Romeo and Juliet:
warm golden lamp. worn shoes. crumbling brick stone walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.
Hamlet:
shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.
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"I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Outsider.
It may seem like I have a lot of “friends” but they’re never the ones to talk to me first. I always have to be the first one to approach them or say hi. That’s why sometimes it’s just better for me to be by myself since it takes a lot less effort. If I didn't say hi to anyone first, I would probably have no one to talk to.
