Whatever Became Of The Moment When One First Knew About Death? There Must Have Been One, A Moment, In

“Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet I can’t remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling… with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction and time is its only measure.”

Tom Stoppard  (via clash-official)

“That’s how it is on this bitch of an earth!”

— Samuel Beckett ~ Waiting For Godot

Autumnal — a lot of to do with leaves

Hamlet in 2d coward

pre-play hamlet = hopeless romantic 

“I haven’t forgotten — how I used to remember my own name — and yours, oh yes! There were answers everywhere you looked. There was no question about it — people knew who I was and if they didn’t they asked and I told them.”

— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

lonely literature women on this website be like *relates to ophelia*