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Her name was Cece. She loved basketball, and used to take us all to see the college girls play. We’d get pretzels, which I ate but never liked. She always wore her hair short, and when we were young we asked her to get married so we could play with her children.
She was a godmother and a namesake, and she was the most generous person. When she got a new car, she made sure it was big enough to hold all three of us, and she was always number one on the emergency contact list. When my brother was born the February I was nine, she picked us up from school and brought us to meet him.
She had cancer for most of my life, first breast cancer. One double mastectomy later, then chemo, and we prayed for remission. But it spread, to her back and head and legs and face.
Yesterday, at 11:28 am, she passed away a thousand miles from us, her family, in a nursing home in Pennsylvania.
She’s been once of the most constant things in my life since before I was born; she saw my parents married. I can’t believe she’s gone.
no you don’t understand shakespeare literally writes to the beat of your heart
that’s why shakespearean actors will sometimes pound their chests in time to the words during readings
that’s why you use fluctuations in the rhythm to track your character’s emotional state - any irregularities in the scansion are like the character’s heart stuttering or jumping or skipping a beat
that’s why when characters share the rhythm - switching off in the middle of a foot - those characters inevitably have an extraordinarily intimate connection
shakespeare ***king writes viscerally, he is literally in your body, and that, my friend, that is why the best shakespearean actors don’t posture and emote
you have to be ****ing alive and passionate and electric - it can’t be intellectual, in the end, it has to be about connection and the sweating, cheering, jeering, bleeding masses you’re performing to, because make no mistake, shakespeare may go to lofty heights, but he only works if you’re just as grounded in the earth. he has to be in your body. he has to be in your body.
holy ***** shit i love shakespeare so much, get him in your bones, breathe him in, stomp and rage and pine, dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum, it is literally to the beat of your heart
This is the most accurate post I’ve seen on tumblr
ok im literally confused i dont get this post whats the curse
When you see yourself from the front, you think “Oh wow, I look cute. Lookin’ good. Lookin’ so slim~!” But when you turn and see yourself from the side, your belly pokes out and you don’t feel so confident anymore.