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colin morgan as ariel, the globe theatre, 2013

There are two wolves inside you

One wants to be dark academia

One wants to be cottagecore

You're bisexual

With mine own tears I wash away my balm, with mine own hands I give away my crown

Richard II (2013) [pt. 1] [pt. 3]

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

Posters for National Theater of Korea's production of Macbeth, designed by Yuni Yoshida and photographed by Noh Juhan. [1][2]

Polonius strikes me as a conservative who somehow raised two queer socialist kids

Banksy sees Trump serving McDonald’s in the White House and throws his hat on the floor and jumps on it repeatedly, cursing like an old timey gold prospector.

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

legally there's nothing stopping you or i from changing our last names to pendragon