I am an irregular, multi-faceted, unhinged human being. I am obsessed with anyone or anything that I feel mirrors one of my own personal traits. I feel that this happens due to the uncertainty within myself and my need to find confirmation within legendary, beautiful people, that i am not crazy and that there is hope. 96% of what i think about can be traced back or linked to one word: sex. I don’t have a favourite colour. I only know who i am going to be when i talk to you. I am lazy. I never where matching socks. My opinion should never be taken into serious consideration, by next week it will not be the same. I hate Time. I love You.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
okay i’m going bed
sorry about the othello Iago nonsensical posts spam
g’night
and then that part where iago (in the film) has sexy times with his lady because stealing things gets him hot
and at first i was like oh.
well thats not very gay of you Iago
thats not very…
then he flips her over
and
i was like
fucking shakespeare
its how we british roll.
regular, bloody, public executions, unsanitary masses, and the thames river was a filthy vein across the entire city that you couldn’t even get within a mile’s radius of without choking on it’s stench, not even the royalty could look after themselves yet fucking shakespeare wrote a character modern script writers only dream of. i mean. what the actual fuck.
i think the best thing about Iago though is our inability to figure him out.
Often the ways of the villain are only lost to the hero and his peers, the audience tends to understand the villain almost better than himself, with Iago (maybe it’s just cos i’m not as smart) he’s always one step ahead, misleading everyone by doing misleading things. Even his sexuality is an enigma.
how the fuck does such a textually layered, multi faceted, flexible character such as this find itself created during a time when even bathing wasn’t done as often as it should have been.
no penicillin but fuck can we write a villain
i love you
when will everyone learn that if you hafto ask Iago what he just said, then you’re going to regret it. if you didn’t hear it the first time round, then well, you don’t want to hear it at all. but no. he murmurs under his breath and they follow him with a ‘what dost thou say Iago?’ and the smirk crawls on his face the way his plans unfold before him, i love this guy but even i would have cut out his tongue for my own safety
Iago is so gay
and evil
and smart
and psycho
and angry
and jealous
and dangerous
and cowardly
absolutely spineless
and mega
gay
.
i want to be his best friend
wait.
wait
is that iago sticking his hand down the guy’s..
is that.
is
i
The kind of little things that keeps me interested in the british language.
i know right Othello sees Desdemona for the first time in a while and he’s all eating her face out and talking about his ‘sword’s joy’ oh god Shakes’ the best
‘my sword’s joy’
omg shakespeare you cad
I am not what I am.
shit, shit Iago that’s been my mantra since i can remember
(Source: lokiofmischief)
