Think Of The Bees

me two hours after i should have gone to bed: time to solve the jonbenet ramsey case

“Death Looking into the Window of One Dying”, ca.1900, Jaroslav Panuška

hate to think that when im taking my last breaths dakota fanning is outside making it clap

The hero we need

Seriously my dudes, if you need medication, you’re no less an artist for taking them. The idea that you need to be depressed, suffering, or otherwise in poor mental health to be an artist of any form is horribly wrong and terrifyingly pervasive. When I was on anti-depressants, I was writing a chapter every three days. Now that I’m off (a complex series of circumstances), I can barely summon the will to write, not to mention the effects it’s had on my life otherwise. Get help, your health and well-being are far more important than anything else.

me thinking about shakespeare at 3:30 am: also know what was fucked up? mercutio and tybalt died without even knowing what they were dying for. they literally say in the beginning of the play that no one remembers why the blood feud started. and mercutio wasn’t even an capulet or montague. this wasn’t his fight. but he died anyways, under romeo’s arm, by tybalt’s hand. sure, they were fighting because tybalt was pissed about romeo seeing juliet and shit, but mercutio didn’t know that. he thought tybalt was just starting shit just to start shit. he didn’t know what he was dying for. “a plague on both your houses” indeed. and then tybalt. fucking firey tybalt. like i said before, no one knows why the blood feud started. he essentially just died because his family hates another guy’s family probably over something like the 13th century equivalent of a sports rivalry. that’s so fucked up. while i don’t remember what their exact ages were, i’m pretty sure they were teenagers too. what the fuck.

me thinking about shakespeare at 3:35 am: and then benevolio. oh god benevolio. what even happened to him??? first, he watches this guy who was always a jackass to him but he’s probably known all his life get killed, then his (boy)friend dies all because of something his cousin does, and then his cousin is exiled/flees before he’s exiled. he’s then all alone for like the rest of the play, until he assuredly walks into the mausoleum at the end of the play and sees his cousin dead on the ground with some girl he’s maybe seen twice in his life dead on top of him. what the fuck. what the actual fuck. poor benevolio just lost his two best friends and now he’s all alone. and you know they never even say if he’s in the play for the rest of the thing. you just assume he is. for all we know he could’ve skipped town, or killed himself as well, or died in a duel, or anything. i always headcanoned him as the youngest of the group. and like, that just makes it worse. poor benevolio, the guy that was left all alone at the end of the play with all his friends and acquaintances dead. “for never was a story of more woe / than that of juliet and her romeo”???? bullshit. for never was a story of more woe than that of our poor fucking benevolio. 

me thinking about Shakespeare at anytime: There is a character in Midsummer Night’s Dream called Bottom

if you wake up while McDonald’s is still serving breakfast then you’re doing good

doesnt mcdonalds have all day breakfast now?

if you wake up at all then you’re doing good

the host greeting you at dennys is a cutscene and following them to a table is a quicktime event

what happens if you fail the QTE

trip and fall directly onto someone’s Grand Slam™ pancakes

does this trigger combat

yes

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Let’s un-forget her.