March 2012
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I have just spent the last six hours singing show tunes with my best gay.
All is good in the world.
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Sondheim Discloses He's Working on a New Show | NY... →
The Tony-winning composer Stephen Sondheim is collaborating with playwright David Ives on a new musical.
February 2012
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I am ready to move. In the literal sense, sure. But mainly in the sense that I feel restless. I want to go. Leave- do what I want to do with my life and never look back.
It’s like this stirring that lives in the back of my mind.
Let’s go, go, go.
Then I know the minute I step out there, I am going to be terrified.
Maybe that feeling of… actual feeling would beat this...
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savvylikeyeahhh:
I’ll Make A Man Out Of You |...
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Blackface.
anedumacation:
I was going to write a parody of the justifications that people are putting forward for Billy Crystal’s blackface yesterday — “oh, its a tribute! Its not racist!” — by writing a similar justification for Fred Astaire’s turn in blackface in 1936, when he made Swing Time.
That’s Fred Astaire dressed up as Bill “Bojangles” Robinson. Astaire meant it to be a tribute to an artist he...
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“People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good...”
– Lemony Snicket (via fitzandizzyspells)
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“This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more...”
– Leonard Bernstein
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“You know when the music goes right over your head and straight into that part of...”
– Stew, Passing Strange
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Before I met you I could feel you.
We were made to know each other.
Our eyes birthed cosmos, supernovas, and black holes.
Our shared glances are everything.
We were the big bang.
I long for the day I feel the sparks flicker at my skin and leave reminders of someone whose eyes burned me the same way I burn and turn and crawl inside of my skin when I can’t feel you.
My skin isn’t...
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I can't really quote things to my mother...
Mother: (saying something about something about having to do something or something.) Have you ever heard that? Do you understand?
Me: Actually I have heard those things, Mother, about a thousand times, but never have they been told to me with so much sass. Drop the attitude, you are acting like Garfield on a Monday.
Mother: ...
Me: ...
Mother: Shut up.
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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become...”
– Ansel Adams (1902–1984, USA)
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My memories smell like earth.
I breath it in until it’s completely occupying the space in my lungs. It crawls up through my throat, into the darkest corners of my mind.
It lies in there somewhere.
Deep inside, where an empty picture frame hangs crooked and under a vase that carries wilted flowers that were once a gift. The chest is dusty and the lock is broken, but I promise...
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Oh no, what is that…
It’s creeping in.
I can feel it.
I can’t stop it!
It’s taking me over!
It’s… SENIORITIS
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hannahhorvath:
you know our society has a giant fucking problem when two boys in bed together gets a tv-14 rating and a parental guidance warning but a boy wrapping a belt around his neck doesn’t