London, 1601. A Conversation with Shakespeare
BURBAGE:Hey, Will, I've been looking over this "to be or not to be" stuff, and I think we have a problem.
SHAKESPEARE:Really? What?
BURBAGE:Well, you know lines 78-80?
SHAKESPEARE:You mean where I call death "the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns"? What's wrong with that?
BURBAGE:You do realize we have a ghost in this play, right?
SHAKESPEARE:...
BURBAGE:...
SHAKESPEARE:Ehh, let's just keep it in. Maybe no one will notice.

fuckyeahemmamichelle:

newsweek:

slacktory:

ryanhatesthis:

Well, that’s enough internet for me today.

I will never not love how beautifully this spirals into madness.

And into the rabbit hole we went!

attn: lowercasename

Obviously yes

http://exhalingcatalysts.tumblr.com/post/79922260075/merryrebecca-orange-batons-hint-against-dim

merryrebecca:

Orange batons hint against dim fiber sky
gray and birdless:they have all vanished,
departed on the frozen currents with signs
as this one is about to:steely-beaked,
stiff-winged, round feet groove the tarmac;
perhaps something is missing from its belly
but one cannot say. It…

almost-relevant:

stephen colbert is the lord of the lord of the rings

The Phoenix, my favourite pub, and the place where I started performing poetry, may have been badly damaged by a fire this morning. Here’s a poem.

Phoenix

Everything burns
eventually but we gather to the spectacle
of flame like it is water

and open our mouths. Swallow
the alchemy of memory turning to ash,
line our lungs with endings -

already in the florid stench
of burning plastic are oily flickers
of entropy ending this land

remembers rebirth in gumtree seed
and alluvium and flame, in the way
we watch disaster eyes dreaming fire.

Everything burns
eventually but by the flash
of policerope a lean of fireman

folds his tobacco and papers away
into hip pocket like they are
ill omens.

johnlockporn:

bakerstreetbabes:

catbushandludicrous:

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Still giggling. Not sorry.

Stephen Fry, you have my undying love. MY UNDYING LOVE.

caseyanthonyofficial:

I just invented a new word:

Plagiarism

averypottermormon:

happymahiru:

happymahiru:

there are a lot of serial killers outside and they sound like little girls being attacked by geese wtf shut up im trying to sleep here

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THERE ARE GEESE OUTSIDE HOLY SHIT I MEAN GEESE WHO SOUND LIKE LITTLE GIRLS BEING ATTACKED BY SERIAL KILLERS I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP BADLY

IM SOBBING