To love is to endure

people are so lucky i can't explode them with my mind

" you should be at the club " I should be at cabeswater searching for glendower

what i love about hamlet is that whenever i start to try to analyze it or pin my interpretations of it down it’s impossible. the compulsion to qualify and go on tangents is just too powerful for me. the text just begs me to over explain and over consider. i have so many thoughts about it that are all loud and passionate and completely contradictory. and as i type this, i realize it has left me with the same indecisiveness and doubt that hamlet suffered from and my eyes are welling up. good play

people with brown or black eyes should be allowed to do anything like get everything they need for free and get away with murder. okay whatever you want beautiful