Well,

christopher nolan shakespeare would be like “our much ado has been about nothing”

need a full body massage a margarita 400mg of ibuprofen a plate of brownies at least an hour in a jacuzzi and 20,000 dollars cash

asked a student what their favorite animal was today and they said “a cheetah AND a sloth” and I said “wow smart, you’ve got both ends of the speed spectrum covered!” and they looked at me like I was the only sensible adult they’d ever spoken to

[image description: screenshot of text reading: i am so tired of absolutely 'head empty, vibes only' style of writing genre fiction. i'm sure the pinterest board for this was lovely. /end description]

The author must have been eating woodland salad, candied acorns, turnip pie, plum-cakes, bilberry tarts, arrowroot shortbread, and glazed maple shoots, and drinking flagons of October ale and raspberry cordial when they wrote this

hermes in hadestown is the exact opposite of an unreliable narrator. a tortured narrator. a little *too* reliable. incredibly aware of exactly what is happening at any given moment, vaguely spoiling it for you in the beginning, despairing every second of it. but ultimately motivated to continue to tell the story over and over and over with a smiling face for the sake of the audience, and for the sake of the characters themselves, singing it again to keep them alive. knowing how it will end, but singing it again so that the cycle may restart and eurydice may come back to life. enduring the misery of it all, over and over, holding the knowledge of what will come to pass but continuing anyway to see orpheus happy just one more time before it all goes down in flames again.

(didn't sleep well voice) has anyone else noticed how the world is only fit to be cleansed with fire

it’s a really strange sensation when i read or watch something and it is like the issue here is i am sensing some deep chord of what i would name a misogynistic contempt, but in a way where i know the evidence will simply never be “convincing” enough for people who don’t feel it. and people do not have to feel it, to agree with the feeling. but the response to this is usually so scornful - you are hysterical if you are picking up on this. you’re crazy. show me the exact frame that proves it. but i do feel also with something as subterranean and vast and old and structuring and constant and inescapable and strange as misogyny and the other foundational oppressions of liiiiike our whole society there is a felt excess that sometimes exceeds what can be defined with language where all the classic means of evidence simply sort of fail in the face of what ultimately is an unpleasant feeling. exactly because i think unpleasant feeling itself, like the work a feeling of, say, contempt, can do in the world, is the means through which so much of the wordless processes of misogyny and other bigotries are advanced. so.