To sleep, perchance to dream; aye, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause.” - California Shakespeare’s production of Hamlet

lisaveeee:

if i’m nothing else, i am a believer in hugs. platonic, sorry-for-lying-about-being-dead hugs. even though i don’t think they’re sherlock’s thing…they should be. 
i am not prepared!

lisaveeee:

if i’m nothing else, i am a believer in hugs. platonic, sorry-for-lying-about-being-dead hugs. even though i don’t think they’re sherlock’s thing…they should be. 

i am not prepared!

explore-blog:

The National Department of Poetry – another brilliant (tragi)comic by Grant Snider. Pair with James Dickey on how to enjoy poetry and Coleridge on what poetry is, and Edward Hirsch on how to read a poem.

Get out and get gone

annaxin:

in another lifetime, maybe.

annaxin:

in another lifetime, maybe.

bumbleshark:

halfway through the writing, i began to suspect i was spelling john wrong from how much i kept rewriting with my shittiness 

bumbleshark:

halfway through the writing, i began to suspect i was spelling john wrong from how much i kept rewriting with my shittiness 

I hope life on Earth is everything you remember it to be.


i wanna ruin our friendship

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