Romeo and Juliet: “You remember being 12. When, you’re like nobody look at me or I’ll kill myself.”
Macbeth: “Shut up! You’re all gonna die.”
Hamlet: “I am so horny and angry all the time and I have no outlet.”
Taming of the Shrew: “My wife is a bitch, and I like her so much.”
Othello: “I would always think, how could another person kill someone? How could a human being kill another human being? And then I got cheated on and I was like, oh okay.
12th Night: “I’m new in town and it gets worse.”
King Lear: “It’s like there’s a horse loose in a hospital. I think eventually it’s gonna be okay, but I have no idea what’s gonna happen next.”
me, circa early 1800s, paying a stable boy a few coppers to ride overnight to deliver you an urgent letter with a thick wax seal that after you struggle to break it just says “bitch!” in tiny little writing
no no no, you don’t understand the true level of spiteful here. The sender of a letter didn’t pay for the post in 1800. The receiver did. You just made your enemy pay for the privilege of being insulted.
I’m starting to see why messengers were gettin’ shot
My dad on this day 49 years ago, waking up after getting hit in the head with a croquet mallet to find out he was unconscious through the whole moon landing
i really cannot stop thinking about this picture its so so funny
