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On Love and Passion

“BUTCHER OF THE WORLD” by Lingua Ignota / The Judas Kiss by Nikodem Silivanovich / “On Judas” by Kontakia of Romanos (Carpenter translation) / Bacio di Giuda by Ignazio Jacometti / El Prendimiento by Francisco Salzillo y Alcaraz / from The Last Days of Judas Iscariot by Stephen Adly Guirgis / from Corpus Christi by Terrence McNally / Tim Minchin in Jesus Christ Superstar 2012 UK Live Arena Tour / “Judas’ Death” from Jesus Christ Superstar / Ola Salo as Jesus and Peter Johansson as Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar 2014 Swedish Arena Tour / “Wishbone” by Richard Siken

i love you vampire themed media i love you metaphor for queerness i love you blood aesthetic i love you gothic architecture i love you coffin beds i love you cross necklaces i love you canine teeth i love you intimacy hidden in violence i love you vampires

holds a skull with my fingers in the eye sockets like a bowling ball

my love language is people cooking and feeding each other food, like it’s so intimate for no reason

baffled by the recent genre of "you shouldn't only consume shippable media" posts like that's actually a real problem. seeing people on tumblr talk about fandom stuff and concluding that therefore they must have literally nothing else going on in their lives is a really weird logical leap tbh. like, it's tumblr. i come on here to be gay and look at cat videos. that is this website's sole purpose for me. love and light to you all but i have zero interest in engaging in in-depth analysis of foundational literature with you

wretch(affectionate), abhorred monster(affectionate, sexual)

17 year old: I'm depressed. I'm overwhelmed by choice. I feel like the stakes are so high that if I fail I could ruin everything forever. I feel a sense of obligation to my parents, but I don't think they understand me. Maybe none of this is worth it

Every 12th grade english teacher, without fail: *hands you the tragedy of hamlet prince of denmark* that's rough buddy

yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it’s called being flexible.

CALL ME L8R, I texted back. But there was no reply—and it would be a long, long time before I heard anything from Boris again.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt // The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley

the relationship between wlw and their fictional male fav who sucks extremely bad but lives in their mind anyways is extremely complex and can’t be explained

Did you have a homoerotic friendship with a girl in highschool that ended in tragedy and you two never talking again or are you normal?

i wish everyone who makes up lore and intricate storylines for poorly written / under developed / side / minor characters a very pleasant evening 

If he’s YOUR boyfriend, why is his portrait decaying from MY corrupt ideas??

this book website gives you the first page of a random book without the title or author so that you can read it with no preconceptions!!! great for discovering new recs

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

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world.

(There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.)

The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet. Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness. The sun painted everything in shades of gold.

(There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire and watching from the centre of the flames.)

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

ophelia by alexander cabanel; ophelia by friedrich wilhelm theodor heyser; ophelia by jean baptiste bertrand; detail from ophelia by john everett millais

me: okay, so, are we fighting or are we flirting? because i'm getting mixed signals here

vampire: my fangs are literally inches from your throat right now

me: that doesn't answer my question

if horatio just gave hamlet some head he'd still be alive

and now for another internal conflict : do I want to be Classics™️ dark academia, XIXth Century™️ dark academia or XXth Century™️ dark academia

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

i wanted to feel loved without feeling like i was begging for it

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)

me, reading hamlet talk to himself for pages and pages : *sobs* you're the only one who fucking gets me

Fuck your zodiac sign which greek mythology characters do you kin

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

Saying there are no aliens in the universe is like scooping a cup of water out of the ocean and saying there are no fish.

women arent complicated youre just dumb

Hamlet, Shakespeare // If We Were Villains, M.L Rio

I know that line’s from King Lear, but these both made me feel the exact same way I can’t explain it.