Having full beautiful bookshelves is all swell and good until you're moving and pack up six fucking boxes of books and there's STILL shelves upon shelves of books left to pack
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Having full beautiful bookshelves is all swell and good until you're moving and pack up six fucking boxes of books and there's STILL shelves upon shelves of books left to pack
I’m thousands of dollars in debt for this science degree.
* 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 lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick 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.
oh yeah i finally got to see the first credits and i adored it but holy shit was my heart not prepared to see a whole band of noirs
Worm?
WORM!!!!!!!!