another starry night

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literally every character in hamlet is living a horror movie of their own design

hamlet consigns himself to enact the vengeance of his father who can never love him for it anyway because he’s dead and who knows if it was ever murder anyway. ophelia finally decides her overbearing father is right and tries to make him happy by betraying hamlet but next thing you knows hamlet killed him and she goes insane wondering if it’s her own fault. gertrude married a man who is increasingly shown to be more volatile and untrustworthy before he tries to murder her own son and she dies as a result. laertes leaves home to escape but comes home and everything he left to escape has now been ripped from his unwillingly. the sins of claudius can’t be washed away because as dark as he knows it was he can’t part with what he’s gained, either. horatio watches everything happen knowing it will turn out badly but either he doesn’t know how to stop hamlet or he can’t bring himself to do it. either way it was always going to end badly. somehow the play was always going to end with hamlet dead

everyone is living their own horror movie EXCEPT polonius who is in a comedy special where his untimely death is just another punchline

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one thing about americans is that they know how to make a fucking milkshake

i hate the stupid milk consistency shit you get here like if you give me a milkshake it better be rock fucking solid. i want that thang thick like concrete. it should piss me off trying to drink it through a straw. i should have to wait for it to thaw

Americans are so good at making Beverage. One of our Foundational Moments was actually a party involving Making Beverage. Google "Boston Tea Party" for more

It's always hard reading about the violence committed to steal America, but the buffalo is always like... That's some inhuman shit. Everyone is burning in hell for that one. Wdym there were thirty to sixty MILLION buffalo in 1800, and by 1900 there were only 300 left. THREE HUNDRED. Do you know, can you fathom the amount of purposeful cruelty required to kill NINETY NINE PERCENT of a population of an animal, just to spite and murder the living Native people who existed and thrived with them? All this, for White Power and Entitlement?? Sickening.

I have a poet's soul and a swiss cheese brain.

epilogue natasha actually does kind of make sense. natasha's ending in war and peace is that she goes through a series of extremely traumatic events (betrayal, social and economic ruin, war, displacement, grief) and then immediately marries someone she's known all her life and feels safe with, even though she's never had romantic feelings for him before. and then when we see her seven years later she's completely withdrawn from the wider world, subdued every aspect of her personality to the point of unrecognizability, stopped playing music or dancing or doing anything that might draw attention to herself, and devoted herself entirely to the security and comfort of her family. that is a very coherent storyline, even if it's not the one tolstoy thinks it is

when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain