“I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”

— Shakespeare, Hamlet



I keep buying books because in the future I’m gonna have a kickass library with two floors and a fireplace so I need to start collecting books to fill it with

princefourteenbrasofnorway: i honestly cannot…


i honestly cannot believe i spent time making this but here’s a hamlet tag urself meme

shakespeares-sidehoe: sad days are for drawin…


sad days are for drawing sad danes

i-incarnadine: “my dad suddenly died and he c…


“my dad suddenly died and he came back as a ghost just to yell at me about my mom”


After a couple of years debating this internally, I can say now that I am demiromantic, romantic orientation wise (my sexual and romantic orientations differ from one another). I am so happy because for a long time, I felt like I was “broken” for not falling for someone romantically in a short period of time. I thought that I just needed to not be so “picky.” While I validated other demiromantic folks, I didn’t validate myself. I always told myself that I would “snap out of it.”

Not anymore.

My romantic orientation is demiromantic. And I feel liberated to admit this.

Sonnet CLI


Love is too young to know what conscience is,

Yet who knows not conscience is born of love ?

Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,

Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.

For, thou betraying me, I do betray

My nobler part to my gross body’s treason ;

My soul doth tell my body that he may

Triumph in love ; flesh stays no farther reason,

But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee,

As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,

He is contented thy poor drudge to be,

To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.

No want of conscience hold it that I call

Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall.