King Hamlet: Brief Let Me Be

Ok so, since Tumblr is being an over protective Christian mother int he worse possible ‘Carrie’ sort of way, I’m going to ask that ya’ll reblog and spread the word about your favorite writers and artists again. Likes are nice, but reblogging is way better. And with the way things are and tags and searches being literally nonexistence, we need you so much! I know activity has gone way, way down for me and other writers and artists, and now, it’s gotten so much worse. Tumblr has literally fucked up being able to search for anything at all. Your reblogs mater and are so important. If you want to keep seeing content from us, please, for the love of god, reblog. I hate asking this, but it means the world to me to be able to keep creating here. If Tumblr keeps fucking up then a lot of your fvaorite artists and writers may move elsewhere. Hopefully Tumblr will get everyone back to working order soon, but for now, YOU are the most important thing to us creators. 

Hamlet: I’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.

Black and White painting  by Bob Ross

Maybe this is just a symptom of BPD but does anyone else ever feel emotions so intensely they almost want to throw up

Like when I’m angry I’m angry and other feelings like guilt or emptiness make me want to die.

straight people have a fundamental misunderstanding of gay culture and not simply in the modern cadence. they seem determined to believe that, historically, no men loved men or no women loved women. this means as a gay person it is my righteous duty to inform them that the wild west was full of gay cowboys

baffled by the recent genre of "you shouldn't only consume shippable media" posts like that's actually a real problem. seeing people on tumblr talk about fandom stuff and concluding that therefore they must have literally nothing else going on in their lives is a really weird logical leap tbh. like, it's tumblr. i come on here to be gay and look at cat videos. that is this website's sole purpose for me. love and light to you all but i have zero interest in engaging in in-depth analysis of foundational literature with you

i met one of my aunt's archaeologist friends/colleagues earlier today & he was telling me about legends that not too far from here there's the ghosts of a roman legion that people see walking up the cliff towards the edge of the sea and then off the edge of the cliff and onwards, because the coastline has receded so much since roman times that the 'land' they're used to walking on goes on far past the point it falls into the sea today. and like. OUGH. I don't even strictly believe in that type of ghost but I'm Obsessed with this image of them still interacting with landscape that has crumbled into the sea & completely disappeared over the thousands of years since they were alive. ghost landscapes Real

biblically accurate angels • tip jar

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

Hamlet: Drank the liquid inside of my magic 8 ball and I’ve been predicting the future all day. My uncle says it was just normal water but whatever he dies tomorrow anyways.

Claudius: *dies the next day*

Hamlet: *holding bloody sword* See, I told you!