That’s It . Nap Time . *slams My Coffin Closed *

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

“hamlet tries prozac” by tawanda mulalu, from his book please make me pretty, i don’t want to die (princeton series of contemporary poets, 2022)

“Get his ass” Is so unreasonably funny to me. A huge win for the English language. Today’s version of “seize him” imo

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May your January be filled with love and healing. 

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I wish my plushies could come with me in the bath :(

I’d love to be moots dw!!

*GASP*

fellow dhole!! hai!!! :0

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Hello friend!!!

I will say your account is absolutely gorgeous!!! Giving me inspiration! (/Pos) Its always wonderful to see fellow Dholes around <3

Cite my sources? How about we just pinky promise

a not so gentle reminder, zeus haters are not welcome here.

i know the traditional interpretation of the Yorick skull scene is the classic one handed held out dramatically pose, but consider- Hamlet gently cradles the skull of an old friend with both hands, holding it with respect for the life that was once within it, as he considers the nature of death and his own mortality.

One scene later, as Hamlet dies in Horatio’s arms, he loses the energy needed to move himself and Horatio tenderly cradles his head in the same way so he can continue looking into his old friend’s eyes as he goes. If there was time left, Hamlet might consider how as he loses feeling in his flesh, all that’s left is the hardness of his own bones, and in time that’s all that will remain. It’s the same sort of contemplation, but now he’s on the other side of death.