“New Year, New Me,” I Say, Laughing To My Friends. Suddenly, I Throw My Arms Out, Golden Light Erupting

-What do I do with this information???-

at precisely 3:06 am on a tuesday, i awoke to a rustling sound in my room. i sat up in my bed and turned on the lights to see tony nominated actor mike faist huddled in the corner of my room, chewing on one of my shirts. i looked away in shock and when i looked back, he disappeared

teacher: how are you doing? me: *thinking about how sharks have survived 5 major extinctions that wiped out majority of life on earth* me: yeah

If there’s a picture of mike faist, rest assured, I will find it

HUGE SHOUTOUT TO DARE BRITT FOR PUTTING PASTA IN HER WACOM PEN AND SAVING MY LIFE

(yes the picture above is done using a spagetti for a nib and it works)

Let’s all remember that there’s not a super strong “happy ending” to Dear Evan Hansen. There’s not a sad ending either. It’s just… left there. As if life continues on. As if relationships still continue to heal. As if people continue to change. It adds an element of continuity to the plot. While some resolutions are found, for the most part, it’s up to the audience to continue the story in their mind. 

And that’s a beautiful part of theatre that I really enjoy.

Hella Doctor Who

I am complete trash.

US: What does it take to be your friend?

River Phoenix: Time.

[US Magazine, 1991]