god didn't give me a dick because i would read poems & get hard and then everyone would be mean to me

some pdfs are dusty. this is a fact despite their lack of physicality. you understand

“my dream role is mercutio/hamlet/hal/ariel/viola/puck” yeah we can tell babes!!

Pay attention to your excitement, however subtle, however quiet. What is alive for you is what is true.

there really is an incredible intimacy in killing in greek tragedy. it’s so often the people who are closest to each other, the people who love each other most, who kill each other. of course agamemnon kills his daughter, his oldest child, and is killed by his wife and then his son kills his mother as she faces him and bares the breast that suckled him. megara and her children die at the hands of her husband heracles who then in turn is killed by his wife deianira. agave and medea kill their sons with their own hands. theseus condemns his son to die and creon his niece. and so many die at the most familiar hands of all, their own, antigone and haemon and eurydice and deianira and jocasta and phaedra and ajax.

tecmessa referring to ajax bleeding ἀπ᾽ οἰκείας σφαγῆς, “from intimate slaughter”, using an adjective that literally denotes something belonging to one’s own household– an οἰκεῖος is a family member and οἰκεῖα are domestic affairs. death is supposed to come from far away, from outside the house, but instead it is coming from within.

The object comparisons are things of an equivalent weight, not things you can cut with the swords. Just saying so to preemptively stop cursed comments.