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let’s all take a moment to remember the minor characters from hamlet

all the guards at elsinore but especially marcellus. i love marcellus for some reason. too bad he kind of disappears after act 1 (probably had to keep doing his job so he couldn’t just run around with the prince and his scholar bf all the time. plus he probably felt like a third wheel)

reynaldo, otherwise known as ‘that one guy who polonius sends to france to go spy on his son for him’ but unlike laertes, we never see him return to elsinore? maybe laertes found out reynaldo was spying on him and killed him. maybe reynaldo did return but it was never mentioned. maybe he just decided ‘fuck denmark france is where it’s at’ and stayed in france. we just don’t know

cornelius and voldemort voltemand. they travel to norway and back delivering messages. i would have listed them separately but they’re kind of like rosencrantz and guildenstern, you can’t have one without the other (although lots of productions do tend to just turn them into one person, i’ve noticed)

and speaking of norway, fortinbras! fortinbras is probably the one person in this play who really gets a happy ending. he ends up being king of denmark and he didn’t even have to fight for it or anything. way to go fortinbras i’m happy for you

they aren’t named in the text, but the gravediggers. especially the really witty one like damn son you just beat hamlet ‘words words words’ prince of denmark in a battle of wits four for you unnamed gravedigger

osric. osric the somewhat foolish courtier who totally has a fanboy crush on laertes. in hamlet at elsinore, as soon as laertes fell osric was there which i think is definitely how that scene should be staged

i don’t know. the minor characters are cool. but the really cool thing is that none of them die! (except possibly reynaldo. and osric if you’re watching the kenbran version)

My mother says I’m not ambitious enough. That I have no idea where I am going, and on the surface this seems true.

When you dig under, though, you see I have specific goals; too specific to declare a goal at all, most would say.

I want to teach history, I want to help a local library, I want to go to a cafe and be known for specific orders and little else, I want to be the person that you can go to and have the exact book your looking for. I want to be the person that takes care of the city birds, the person tending to plants abandoned in cigarettes and rubbish near shopping centers, the person always in a hurry yet never seen running, the person that will actually stop to talk to you even in a rush, the person that always has a spare bed just in case. The person that will take anyone out for food, the person that cries at small beauties, the person that is always smiling at small pranks that you have no idea if he was involved in, the person that will go to hell itself to get you what you want.

But all I can say to her is: “I’d like to teach history and have an apartment of my own.”

Because how could you explain that you’d like to live?

What does one listen in the matter of music in dark academia ? (Playlist for the mood)

musical reconstructions of ancient instruments and fragmented odes to the gods, here ‘x’ and ‘x’ 

a sultry melody to guide your sleepy waltz in the libraries and coffee spots as the evening settles, ‘x’

for a time of chaos and late essay submissions, ‘x’

a haunting aria to accompany you on the rushed morning march to campus after a night spent devouring volumes of academia and feverish scribbles, ‘x’

lastly, an entire symphony to dance around the steam of my tea and colour the ink-like sky with traces of a macabre passion that only a ghost would understand, ‘x’

i want to study at a British university

i will spell color as colour and use degrees celcius. i would watch Sherlock on BBC all night while drinking a cuppa tea with my flatmates. i’ll have fish and chips every day that’s worth 5 quid. i would go to gaff parties every night. i am also more likely to meet chavs, One Direction, Ed Sheeran and the Queen.

i wish i was british :(

I’ve decided to be sexier in 2020. There will be with no actual effort on my part, l just intend to be perceived as such

Inside a medieval sketchbook

thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)

like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it

I want to learn how to play the piano and the violin and the accordion and also I want to learn latin and greek and italian and russian and japanese and I also wanna take acting and singing and dancing classes and I wanna draw and I wanna paint and I wanna sculpt and I wanna write stories and compose songs and bake bread and I will never forgive my country's school system for taking up ALL of the space in my life and letting me do none of those things

What makes you think that hitting a child will educate them? It’ll just traumatize and scare them. Don’t be disgusting.

24 etruscan/roman bronze statues found!!! yes!!!!