remember when u were like “man. too bad we couldnt have real gay rep in the shakespeare era….. so sad that we’re confined to subtext……. well, at least theres the coriolanus speeches………” and then u read marlowe’s edward ii and ur head got blown off ur shoulders
euripides, from “orestes”, an oresteia (trans. anne carson) // dead poets society, dir. peter weir // kill your darlings // if we were villains
stop posting abt yearning or tender or watever and post about THIS
The older I get the more I don’t see the point in talking
Hamlet: You came up to my desk and said ‘This may sound weird, and there's no reason for me to know this, but that mixed berry yogurt you’re about to eat has expired.’
Horatio: That was the moment you knew you liked me?
Hamlet: Yep.
Horatio: ...Can we make it a different moment?
poofy shirt tucked into tweed pants, 'crime and punishment' by dostoevsky hidden inside your backpack between school books, writing pretty notes in class with your new fountain pen, quoting wilde casually in a conversation, walking through the school hallway with a quick pace listening to chopin and pretending you're on your way to a secret society meeting, attributing homeric epithets to your friends when you're bored during the break, looking outside the window in class while it's raining and wishing you were someplace else
mornin everyone heres a summary of what went down last night
sorry i’m late, professor. i’m disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
Horatio: Hamlet is such a nice person underneath the part that hates everybody!
Mykonos, Greece 🇬🇷
mostly dark academia shitposting - any pronouns
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