don’t let her fire sear my flesh and bone

“Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endured me say my mind,
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or else my heart concealing it will break,
And rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.”

— Katherina (The Taming of the Shrew, Act IV scene iii)  (via dailyshakespeare) —

stabmeintheneck:

did a little drawing to accompany a friend’s article about her personal body image

press-x-to-sad:

ONE OF THE MOST PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED JOKES IN THE HISTORY OF COMEDY FIGHT ME

weissewiese:

A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardoned, and some punishèd.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

get to know me meme: favorite movies [2/5]

↳ FANTASTIC MR. FOX [2009]

Vincent Van Gogh; detail of Wheatfield With a Reaper.