I've Been Up For An Hour Just Crying And I Can't Get Back To Sleep

Why does no one talk about the fact that there is litERALLY AN ENTIRE ORCHESTRA UNDER THE STAGE OF EVERY BROADWAY MUSICAL WITH TRAINED MUSICIANS THAT LEARNED EVERY SINGLE SONG AND PLAY THEM EVERY SINGLE NIGHT

friendly reminder that this blog is a safe spot for lgbtqia+ people especially during this time

@ bi girls: even if you’ve loved 100 men your love for just 1 woman is important and valid. whatever your relationship with men is and has been does not devalue or invalidate your feelings towards any woman. thanks and have a lovely day.

ITS ALMOST AUGUST ITS TIME TO GET READY FOR HALLOWEEN!!!!!!

You were all sharp edges;

twisted and mangled.

She was all soft and gentle;

each curvature of her face coming to meet the next one with ease.

You were rough, torn apart, half-heartedly put back together, guarded.

She was nurtured, loved, protected, outspoken.

You were extreme, gasoline stained boots, matted hair, and a permanent smirk.

She was calm, eyeshadow never out of place, perfect hair, and lip gloss stained kiss.

You were bloody knuckles with flecks of dirt, broken skin, and bleeding lips kissed roughly with hair tugged, needing more.

She was the plaster on a broken bone, a bandage to cover the absence, and not enough to go around.

You were sunrises seen with insomniac eyes, cigarette smoke at midnight, and all too explosive.

She was a good night’s sleep and no circles under your eyes, clean air in a crowded city, safe.

You were afraid to touch her for fear she would break,

She was scared to touch you for fear that she would break you.

You were both ignorant, stupid, foolish, young,

Human.

In love.

Now she’s rough edges, husky voice in the morning from nightmares that never end, and a touch that is never as careful as it used to be.

Now you are fine lines, marble with smooth indents which form words, a smiling picture on the wall of a school; in a year book; next to your Mother.

Finally, she has given you what you needed: calm.

Finally, you have driven her to be what she thought she could never be: chaotic.

This is so adorable omfg

art trade for @callme-c0nn0r!!! i hope u dont mind it being traditional cause i totally forgot to bring my tablet to school,,

 its ya homicidal homeboi, jd

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

im not a pissbaby

It has been half a year since deaf west spring awakening closed and I'm still not over it.

tag urself I’m boyfriend son

please…don’t…leave me alone…

you…were…all i could trust…

i…cant…do this alone…

STIIIIIIIIIILLLLL IIIIIIIIIII WILL IF I MUUUUUSSSST!!!!!!!