Just breathe...

Claudius to Hamlet, act i scene ii, Hamlet, by Shakespeare, 1609 AD

My best friend to me when my Grandma died afsdhkfa

all i want is a partner who is way out of my league but thinks that i’m way out of their league and we’ll live together in perfect confused harmony with a dog

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.

Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.

No matter how much you plan and plot and research and prepare, you’ll never actually feel ready, so you might as well just jump right in and do the thing.

upon rereading this, I feel like I should specify that I was talking about writing and not murder

not to be horny on main but I really want to travel with the love of my life

anyone else really want to just live in as many countries as possible, pick up as many languages and dialects as possible, absorb as much culture and ways of life as possible

“I am a simple person with simple wants,” I say, scrolling through AO3 and ignoring fics for a variety of petty reasons

#my wants are simple#but my dislikes are many and complex#but I’ll begrudgingly read fics I ignored after getting through the tags#and whaddya know I was right I didnt like them  (x)