#vince things

Vince: ‘please i’m so fucking tired’

Macbeth: the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk.chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood. A Midsummer’s Night Dream: crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover. Romeo and Juliet: warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks.distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestoned streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. Hamlet: shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.

2. ‘Is it productive or is it selfish?’

Either the kind of quiet, nervous admiration where he wants to understand someone/thing and is just so careful so as to try not to upset anything, or the kind of bright-eyed energetic excitement that he exudes when something really interests him or if someone else is excited.

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