April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
― T. S. Eliot, from “The Waste Land” (via mitochondria)

Apr 15 19:12 with 947 notes
So, my friend is stage managing Macbeth and made this status today…

the-enochian-starchild-earendil:

fuckingmultiverse:

letsgivethesekidsashow:

honeychildplease:

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I’m quite pleased with this.

Rapping this out loud in my empty classroom like swag.

WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WADDUP I AM A BIG SCOT

I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT SOME VISION THAT THE WITCHES GOT

I WILL BE THANE, SO SAYS THE PROPHECY

THAT PEOPLE LIKE “DAMN, MACBETH DESERVES GLORY”

I reblogged this so fast guys

Apr 15 7:12 with 183,486 notes
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via vrban)

Apr 15 4:48 with 1,466 notes
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