Refuge For The Imaginative

Thinker. Exister. Passionate creative. Individual.
Someone who will be somebody someday.
Currently, that someone a first year art student with a heavy dose of an acting background and ombre hair.
My blog is inspiration as filtered through my brain.
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Keep watching. That someday is a lofty word, but when it knocks, I'll be there to sweep opportunity off its feet.

“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative ” -Oscar Wilde


Here’s a basic rule: if you’re reading or watching a Shakespeare play, and you’re not imagining the actors standing in front of a mosh pit of jeering Londoners waiting to throw vegetables at the stage, you’re doing it wrong.

Shakespeare might have written the best works in the English language, or given us profound insight into the nature of humanity, or whatever — but his works wouldn’t have survived to our day if he hadn’t been popular when he was alive, and he wouldn’t have been popular when he was alive if he hadn’t been able to please the crowd. And that includes a lot of dirty jokes. A lot.

Sometimes in incredibly inappropriate places. We’re here to rescue a few of those for you, and retroactively embarrass the heck out of your fourteen-year-old self, who had to stand up in English class and read things that, in retrospect, are absolutely filthy.

This isn’t about the stuff that always does crack fourteen-year-olds up in English class, but is totally innocent: the “bring me my long sword, ho!” sort of thing.

But the kids who lose it every time the word “ho” is uttered are closer to the spirit of Shakespeare than the teacher who demands they treat the words like museum pieces.

Sure, it would be awkward for teachers to explain the Elizabethan double entendres to their students — but pretending they don’t exist makes Shakespeare seem unnecessarily stuffy and difficult.

So we’re going to start with the most obvious innuendoes, and move on to some seriously advanced sex punnery that is probably going to blow your mind.



should i message them again or am i just being really clingy and annoying: a life story by me

am I playing “coy distance” or do they think I’m not interested: a sequel by me

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Oh God why am I posting this. Ok so this is basically the intro to a thing I want to make. But it’s also good as its own thing, I guess. It took to long. An dit’s kinda dumb. Whatever.

Hey look at this thing I drew a long time ago

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Finally got my paws on the Dita Von Teese Von Follies lingerie line! Dear god it’s beyond perfect 😭 #dita #ditavonteese #vonfollies #lingerie #vintage #glam #cute #bra #silverhair #grey #pale #sweet #fashion #ootd

“ Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. ”

—    The Little Prince (via psych-facts)

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