sophialudwigb 26/11/2023
?This," James said, when he had disappeared. ?This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune-often the surfeit of our own behavior-we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars ... as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting-on!?
sickest title name drop ever.
For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.
same.
'Were you in love with him?'
'Yes,' I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. 'Yes, I was.' It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I'm in love with him still.
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP i can't believe they never kissed.
But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart - by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.
🤬 #$%!& YOUUUUUUUU WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN CONSIDERING THE ENDING WE GOT????
?Do you blame Shakespeare for any of it?" The question is so unlikely, so nonsensical coming from such a sensible man, that I can't suppress a smile. "I blame him for all of it.?
ME TOO 🤬 #$%!& THAT BITCH