twilightian:shakespearean

Distance: Trust: Makeup

I promise we will never be alone
I cannot say will not be apart
Distance leads to sin: I must atone
But truly you will always own my heart
I’ll fight to stay right here beside you dear
You’ll fight to make sure that I’m here to stay
You are the truth that saves from looming fear
Am I the smile that keeps sadness at bay?

I do not deserve the trust and love you give
A trickster masquerading as a god
But for you I change because for you I live
And so we thrive as my life moves abroad
Please let me do your make up just one time
So your trust in me stronger than mine.

Can we have a 'Shakespeare' fandom by any chance?

I absolutely love Shakespeare to pieces and I sometimes feel that I’m the only one who really appreciates the guy. I mean, look at his genius! All of the plays and sonnets he’s ever written are just incredible!

So, if you either appreciate Shakespeare or love him as much as I do, like and reblog this? I wanna see how many of us there is.

  • Standard English: Hey, are you going down to your apple orchard?
  • Shakespearian English: Ho, dost thou journey down to thy orchard where apples doth grow?
  • My attempt at Shakespearian English: Heyith, areith youith goingith downith toith yourith appleith orchardith?
Irony

I dislike the taste of sugar, plain,

But your words are so sweet

That I cannot refrain

From devouring them like a treat.

For eighteen years,

I’ve been surrounded by violence

But the only thing I fear

Is dealing with your silence.

The water I bathe in is cold

And it doesn’t make me shiver.

Without your hand to hold,

That is when I start to quiver.

I can handle hard times very well.

Though you’re my heaven, you feel more like hell.

shakespearean girls fighting evil: juliet

Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

(after romeo is gone, juliet is about to join him when she hears the scream from outside. she takes the happy dagger with her as she creeps out to see a screaming woman and a huge, hulking demon behind her. my juliet, romeo whispers to her, and she can see a spectral version of him from the corner of her eye. save her as you couldn’t save me. she destroys the demon with the dagger meant for her. she flies through verona, with dead romeo in her ear. she is mad, some say. she is saving us, the others reply. what does it matter if it is because she has been driven to madness to do so? and so, mad juliet in her grief, saves the town that killed her love.)

Shakespearean Insults
  • As You Like It: I do desire we may be better strangers.
  • Coriolanus: More of your conversation would infect my brain.
  • All's Well that Ends Well: You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.
  • Henry IV: Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.
  • Hamlet: Assume a virtue if you have it not.
  • Measure for Measure: I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death.
  • Romeo and Juliet: O teach me how I should forget to think.
  • Henry IV: You are as a candle, the better burnt out.
  • Hamlet: Get thee to the nunnery.
Very Old Sonnet #1 (Phoebe)

I speak now of a girl, one of a kind, 

That leads a trip just like an endless train.

Her cognitive intelligence in mind,

My muse intrigued by essence of her brain

Ineffable, the thoughts that she provoke;

My mind in awestruck splendor ev'ry day.

An endless canvas from the words she spoke,

Leaves me to paint a masterful display.

Yet now I sense that I have been obsessed

With intellect that flows out from her lips.

I’ve never pondered style in which she dressed.

‘Tis her anatomy I now forget.

I ask myself if I truly love her,

Or if I love her brain. I now concur.