It really feels like at least the Top 10 most like significant Shakespeare plays should be running in nyc at all times. Like, what do you mean I can't just SEE the tempest, whenever I want? And there's no city I could move to where I could? What's the point of this chud planet
Taking a trip down memory lane with my favorite #TVtime comments because the high of coming up with a fun little quip about your favorite show that a few thousand people agree with is a high that I fear I won't be able to replicate elsewhere
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
I’m always amazed at how few people seem to appreciate the sky. It’s literally a pleasure to watch the clouds, the ever changing colours of the horizon, the stars, the sun, and the moon.
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