Status Updates From Hamlet, Prinz von Dänemark

In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law;
But ’tis not so above.
There is no shuffling.
There the action lies
In his true nature.

One of my favorite things about reading Shakespeare is discovering what hides behind a single word. In Hamlet, Claudius calls himself a “limed soul.” Birdlime was a sticky substance used to trap birds, the more they struggled, the more trapped they became.

What a brilliant image for guilt: a soul trying to free itself, only to become more entangled.

Shakespeare never ceases to amaze me 🙂‍↕️🌹✨.

"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go."

Someones mowing guys… i cant read under these conditions

I watched Hamnet this past week and cried my eyes out for almost an hour straight and now i'm here