Mozzarella

well shit

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

among us breastfeeding babies

As much as I think that laertes should be around the age of the rest of the main cast so the whole “him and hamlet are exes” headcanon could work, I also think it would be hilarious if he was like. ten or more years older than everyone and he’s just watching this fucking emo kid run around killing everyone and being like wtf

happy new year 2022!

if anyone wants to know how I'm doing last night I killed a black widow that was next to my bed and then cried over her death

K but really tho...

Interesting how pi day comes before kill Caesar day, almost as if they used the same knives from cutting pies to stab Caesar

Thinking about how Romeo doesn't know he's in a narrative, and that's what dooms him, whereas Hamlet knows he's in a narrative, and that's what dooms him.

Romeo doesn't check Juilet's body in the crypt because why would he? He has no reason to believe that she isn't actually dead. He never got the message from the friar, and since whatever Juilet took was good enough to convince everyone else, why wouldn't it convince Romeo? And so, he dies.

Hamlet, on the other hand, is so hyper-aware of the circumstances he's in that he stays stuck in his indecisiveness until it's too late.

-Kit

If you are a friend to bad weather, then what did you find in me?  (warmth)

loads of scratches all over me but it's all worth it😼