{Everything and nothing, up and down, left and right, the snake born from a monkey--tail fuckin' first, a christ cross and a shamble of rotten rose petals, something indigo, something crimson, something obsidian with a silver lining, a freak on the fringe of finally finding the Truth, someone who refuses to be a part of This but observes it every day, magick and science, logic and scars, tears and imagination, damned to float about alone in space for eternity...ohh, I think I just passed Pluto}

                  ^Me^
Random shit in a tophat, luv.

And she said: Why can't the boys over here be like that?
And I said: The grass is always greener, babe.

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I breathe melody.
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There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

--Duncan, Act I, scene iv


Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires.

--Macbeth, Act I, scene iv


Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.

--Angus, Act V, scene ii


Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

--Macbeth, Act V, scene v