Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
ALEX HIRSCH JUST POSTED THIS ON TWITTER AND I’M HONESTLY SO CONCERNED
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
- Othello Act 3, scene 3, 165–171