Dudddde What If We Were Foils And You Were Beautiful And I Was Ugly And You Have Revolution In Your Eyes

they call me the problem ignorer for reasons that i know but dont feel like addressing right now

got scolded for drinking coffee in front of god :-/

However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras.

Finished a new piece. I think it speaks to my state of mind. Notice the fine details. :)

the chrysanthemum scene from deep end by @aaronstveit

inject this scene into my bloodstream it’s so ,,, like tranquil but deeply impactful?? like you read it and it’s written beautifully and you want to reread it immediately but also just ooft you feel

+ bonus zoom ins on their faces

Miccosukee Road

I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.

the healing adds up- everything is will be okay

Sassy magazine, Like Juliet, September 1993

it's never going to be worth it to care about me. please stop. please.