happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !

fiction got off soooo lucky with dreams and hallucinations. imagine if the human brain didn't come with a built-in path to surreal imagery that could perfectly represent abstract themes and emotional truths through metaphor. we'd be so fucked man

ever since i learned about ghost buildings i haven't been able to stop thinking about them

normalise saying ''what the fuck is wrong with you'' to mean people

the postal service names their shit exactly like how a 16 y.o. names angsty fanfic

Explain.

the other underrated best bit about wolf hall is that henry viii is clearly written as a outright monster but no-one told damian lewis who half the time is playing henry straight for comedy. and that's what makes henry more of a monster because he's so fucking oblivious about how awful he is and no-one else at court is laughing. but also. he's prancing around his chambers talking about dressing up like a shepherd boy or one of the magi when he goes to meet anne of cleves because she obvs won't recognise him, and that is comedy gold.