Hello There. I May Have Watched She-Ra And I May Be Completely Obsessed With It. Especially With Catra.

Odysseus killing Patroclus to frame Hector in the royal shakespeare company's "Troilus and Cressida"

I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

Literature transcends the boundaries of time and space, letting us know we are not alone in our adversities.

When you read Sylvia Plath’s fig tree analogy, you understand that you are not the first human to feel like your existence will crumble down like ash because of your inability to choose. When you read Santiago’s tale by Hemingway, you know that there is grace and dignity even in loss. When you read Kafka, you realise that there was someone else like you who felt like he couldn't explain his soul to others.

Is there a greater companionship in this world than the ink of a human’s vulnerability? Even in the pits of isolation, we are never alone.

Okay so a production of Hamlet that ends with “Goodnight, sweet prince,” etc. and then Horatio looks up and sees the audience for the first time and is both shocked and furious, because his world is falling apart and you sat there and watched.

If Will dies first, it is obvious Hannibal would cannibalize Will’s flesh. Hannibal mourned Mischa by eating her, and he would do the same for Will; to consume and eat and incorporate is part of grieving. But what would Hannibal do with Will’s bones? He’d eat the marrow, maybe make soup from them, but what of the calcified parts that remain, the parts that can’t be eaten?

I don’t really see him just keeping them around or displaying them, something stagnant and to be ogled. Burying them in the family plot in Lithuania makes sense because Will is family, but it also requires Hannibal to go back to a place he can’t go. Hannibal could cremate the bones, but then what? Spreading the ashes doesn’t seem like something he would do; he can’t know what happens to them. Keeping Will in an urn on his desk or a shelf also feels out of character, a memory collecting dust.

What if Hannibal had Will’s ashes pressed into pencil lead? There are ways to compress ashes into something that could be written with or drawn. What if Hannibal draws Will with his own ashes, commemorating him in a completed cycle. Sketching the man with his own remains. Remembering Will as he saw him, recreating moments they shared from Hannibal’s mind palace. Having Will live forever in depictions of himself. Hannibal would never be truly left behind. And Hannibal would sharpen the pencils as he always had; he isn’t unfamiliar with taking a blade to Will. Shaving off a layer but keeping him sharp.

Displaying and keeping art made from Will’s ashes would mean so much more than a reconstructed skeleton or an urn on a shelf or a plot that would become overgrown with weeds. He could draw Will in motion, alive, as he wished to remember him, and create moments and memories they didn’t get to experience together.

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Oh my God I think I just discovered something amazing

So I was at the office talking with my coworker about how hard it is to find a decent sports bra, and I offhandedly mentioned that I was thinking about getting my tits hacked off.

She said, "you shouldn't joke about that", and I went, "I'm not? It's a gender thing. I've been considering it for a long time. Genderfluid, right?"

And she just says "oh" and goes quiet for a while.

(This isn't new information, btw, I pretty much told her my first week here during mandatory sensitivity training.)

Then after a long silence she goes, "you haven't actually explained what that means yet."

I'd assumed she'd Google the term or ask questions if she had any. This was well over a year ago. Turns out all this time anything I mentioned regarding appearance or pronouns or body image or whatever was just accepted as "a genderfluid thing".

Guys.

Im going to start using this for *everything*

Oscar Wilde couldn't straight (ha) up tell us that dorian was a twink so he compared him to Paris and Adonis and hoped we know enough greek mythology to understand

People often wonder why writers are intricate in describing feelings and sentiments in words. It's because we've experienced the highest of highs, the lowest of lows, and everything in between. This is one of the reasons I can only write about melancholy feelings - I never had an adequate number of happy recollections to expound on, which thus is the motivation behind why I can't portray happiness in words.