you’re the way to my heart

tumblr is the website for if you're just someone's weird sister

"What if my friends secretly hate me?" What if they pray for you before bed? What if they hear a song come on and it makes them immediately think of you? What if when times are hard for them, they close their eyes and think of the memories they've shared with you? What if they study your face closely to see how you're feeling? What if they listen to your stories? What if they smile when you text them first? What if

happy almost ten years to my all-time favorite disability post on this braincell forsaken website

local gentle giant discovers he actually likes to hurt things

lady macbeth’s “to bed, to bed, to bed” and ophelia’s “good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night” just before both of their deaths. what’s that post that is like pain is stored in the shakespearean woman

something about the way shakespeare's plays are positioned to just barely cover the untold tragedies lurking underneath. lady macbeth knows how tender the babe is that milks her yet the macbeths have no child to pass the crown to. iago mentions that othello saw his own brother shot to pieces by cannons. olivia was planning to grieve her brother for 7 years until she met viola. beatrice knew benedick of old. lady capulet was only fourteen when she gave birth to juliet. it drives me crazy to see all the untold stories peeking out between the lines of the main plot.

"I asked chatgpt-" well I asked three witches putting weird shit in a cauldron and they said that none of woman born shall harm me, so.