sometimes I laugh because Justin Bieber comes from a town near mine and once he came to my town to watch a soccer game and he had to leave because so many people were picking on him
i am so jealous of europeans
three hours of travel and they’re in a whole different country, a whole different culture like seriously
three hours of travel and i’m in another town that’s just like mine
except three hours away
I don’t know how popular the idea would be, but I’d like to see a Hamlet where they actually look like they’ve been poisoned. Instead of this really noble-looking death where Hamlet sort of sighs his last words and then shuts his eyes, you’d see him struggling to move or talk properly, or convulsing, or speaking those last words between spells of weakly coughing up blood. Just something more visceral and human looking I guess. With poor Horatio desperately trying to do anything to at least ease his prince’s passing but being able to do nothing except hold him. And then ‘the rest is silence’ has even more pathos, because his last moments are unrelentingly torturous just like his recent life has been and you’d really be able to understand that he finally perceives if not something ’good’ than at least an escape in the next world.
I’ve just been watching Fatal Attractions and it described how this woman died of a snakebite and when her landlady entered her house there was blood literally everywhere but mostly in the sink because the venom was like an anticoagulant or whatever and was making her bleed out of every orifice. It just really struck me and I thought it’s be a quite different way to treat the final scene is all.
#his hearts still stutter in his chest when he hears those two words#even though it’s been centuries since he heard them last#he’s better at hiding it though #he sees his younger self freeze#go pale and shocked at the sound of the words that have always led back to Rose#and then the memory slots back into place#they’ve been coming back in bits and pieces this whole time#snatches of memory#different vantage points on conversations he’s in the middle of#different perspectives on decisions he’s already made - is making - will make#but it’s not till just now that she’s figured into the picture #it’s not her #not really#but it’s her face and her voice and he’s been starved for both for so long#and when he looks over to the box where he knows she’s sitting #he can see her#just for a moment #not quite memory and not quite reality#smiling at him from across the room (via lyricalprose)
Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. “Of course I dream” I tell her ”Everybody dreams” ”But what do you dream about?" she’ll ask "The same thing everybody dreams about.” I tell her ”I dream about where I’m going." She always laughs at that. "But you’re not going anywhere. You’re just wandering about." That’s not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going — home.
just what I was looking for
Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?
Sketchy thing to help deal with my 50th Anniversary feels