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HAMLET, DEPRESSED AS USUAL
indie hamlet ; penned by amy / sera
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‘ lady macbeth, how long has it been since our last meeting ? ’
cordial as always soft & tender the smile of a prince glows like sunsets on a bed of snowy hills. everything was plastic in the land of royals, forked tongues & sly secrets always tucked away till opportune moments however, there was a fond trust that bloomed. perhaps it was his trusting nature, a naive cancer that his father hoped to rip from his chest.
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SCENE 1 ACT 5 : the raven himself is hoarse , i too following suit with my wails of victory besmearing this retched sightless substance . no longer ! no longer will i remain this tepid mouse / meek , quiet , sullen like that of man ——— instead the rising of serpent toeing lion will reign . we will reign together , but my crown shall be heaviest and blessed by murdering ministers . my partner o’ partner / a nature’s mischief has bespoken me ! let us feast on gold and cruelty and declare the world our stepping stone !
indie . low activity lady macbeth , written by arthur .
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‘ o’ that this too too solid flesh would melt ! / ap.
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‘ uh, did you see a book lying around here ? hm, i set it down on this bench but i wandered off & forgot about it... goddammit. ’ shoulders tense & eyes dark, bitter with self inflicted anger. truly he could be so forgetful at times, wrapped up in the buzz of his own head the world falls into a blank slate of being & not.
@inesprit
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‘ you know, perhaps a picture would last longer... ? ’ the edge of sacrasm, dripping from his tongue like honey but spoiling into barbs, truly he has no restraint.
@eisegesiis
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books read in 2k16. hamlet by william shakespeare.
doubt thou the stars are fire;
doubt that the sun doth move;
doubt truth to be a liar;
but never doubt i love.
#THIS LINE I SO FUCKIGN GOOD HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#* thy supple flesh depraved ( hamlet )#* beauty of death ( aesthetic )
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damnphony:
the gesture catches him off guard holden feels his cheeks flush red, partly with embarrassment and partly with the desire to fully indulge himself in the kiss, which, of course, his hedonistic approach to life has no problem doing. and goddamn is hamlet sweet, really sweet – smoky and dark, sultry and delectable. his eyes flutter shut and holden embraces the moment with a soft whimper, and he wants to nip at hamlet’s lips to keep him there longer, but before he’s fully relaxed, the boy is pulling away, a rather cheeky grin adorning his face. it’s then that holden’s eyes open and he bites down hard on his bottom lip, glancing away. yeah, it’s pretty goddamn obvious that maybe he’s got a goddamn crush, but he didn’t know it, really he didn’t. not until just then. hamlet’s a real tease, what with his comments on ‘ secondhand kissing ’ in regards to sharing cigarettes. but holden always brushed it off as a joke.
❛ goddamn, ❜ is all he can manage.
the catchphrase encourages the grin, rather impish for a gesture so innocent. hamlet swallows reactions whole, keeping them among the cage of his ribs to let them settle as reminders to pin - point the ever - changing emotions of mankind. his peers gave him the biggest hoot, especially holden with his goddamns & litany of day to day depressors they were like minds with nothing to lose. these melancholic stretches choked the life out of each of them causing nihilist morals to take root in the barren wasteland of the teenage burnouts, not that it mattered to much to hamlet after all he has been primed for a lifetime of success so failure tasted bittersweet.
‘ what ? cat got your tongue ? ’
that subtle moment before where holden shifted his teeth to graze his bottom lip burned as a reminder that not only he was right but, christsake he was a good kisser.
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o god, i could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
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do you like existential princes ? like long monologues about death & other emo stuff ? do you like going the roundabout way on things bc you hate confrontation & will do anything to avoid it ? what about dead, absent fathers ? well BOY do i have the blog for you.... this is an indie hamlet, prince of denmark written by amy oxox
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what are u fckin gay bro ?
hamlet and holden are boyfriends so jot that down
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lips, sweet & tender solidify the idea of adoration blooming with in his chest. he kissed back after all ! holden tasted like cigarettes, mixed with the cool winter air & then a bit of sweetness but only a wisp. maybe strawberries or cherries something that bleeds red. god, for how sharp his tongue was it rendered him near speechless & only a smirk can come as a quip as love sickness made his head spin & fill with soft things like cotton candy & holding hands. after a chuckle, followed by a roll of his shoulders hamlet can only say one thing.
‘ you have a crush on me. ’
@damnphony
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aboylikethat:
brow furrows in mock puzzlement, head tilted, lips pursed in a clear sign of JUDGMENT. “because you’re such a FASHION ICON yourself.” it’s a l a z ydrawl, not the least bit impressed.
‘ black is a staple color to one’s wardrobe ! & besides, i pride myself
on a... avante garde chic, if you will. ’
the taunt is taken, gulped with a ferocious grin & fiery words when it came to dueling of words hamlet always came on top of the opponent. WITTY & CHARMING himself, only one could out - duel him.
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#this is such a big hamlet Mood#* words ! cravings of pallid lips & wanton musings#* aesthetic ! collage of wasted years & thoughts
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plans of dastardly darkness curls around dark curls, a storm of war & peace brewing underneath a hard brow & he, only past the ripe years of childhood ! from apparitions, to scripts of BETRAYAL, hamlet finds himself among the pines, wayward & lost to his own grueling thoughts. the snap of a branch, stark to the mossy silence halts musings of revenge & bleeds into a pure hysteria, panic fed by a rapid imagination.
‘ who goes there ! speak, for you are in the company of royalty ! ’
@darkestdeals !
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‘ quite naturally i find myself intrigued by you. ’
a jocular purr, tracing the hollow of grinning cheeks & dark eyes lit by hearty mischief. the novel is long forgotten, a bundle of old pages inked with his personal musings companion to a stain or two. usually speaking to strangers for nothing was not his forte, or something that he pulled great entertainment from but this first impression he soaked in the academia from the crisp folds of his COATS to the polish of his shoes. yes ! the scholarly type !
@greeknaive !
#greeknaive#IVE YET TO READ THE BOOKS BUT !!!! kjfdngf im going to at some point :(#i did a lot of guessing so lemme know if i gotta change anything
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