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it’s all fun and games until you notice that alex is pulling keanu’s hair my kINKY SON
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sorry im late, i started thinking about history and the bittersweet beauty of the fact that people from thousands of years ago are so similar to people today and i had to lie down on the floor for a while
i’m sad and i wanna write for fun and i don’t wanna do my shakespeare essay that’s due on tuesday and i miss my friends and i’m tired :(
one of my favorite this american life segments of late is about the people who played orchestra pit for phantom of the opera on broadway and how, like, a sizeable majority of them had literally been playing the show since it opened in 1988 (on broadway. I know it opened in 86 on the west end, you random pedants, but I am specifically talking about broadway musicians) because their contracts stipulated that they'd have jobs throughout the show's entire run... but nobody anticipated that phantom would become the longest-running broadway show of all time.
and none of these people wanted to walk away from a guaranteed job, so very few of them ever quit. they just kept doing the same show eight nights a week... for twenty or thirty years... and by the time it finally closed last year most of these musicians (who had been working together for DECADES) hated each other and really really fucking loathed phantom. I can't stop thinking about it. it's indescribably hellish to imagine but also the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life.
can you imagine.
casual intimacy kills me every time. grand gestures are cute and all but seeing two people who are just totally comfortable with having each other in their space, who dont think twice about leaning into each other and thoughtlessly holding each other while doing unrelated things….. thats love
lon, going through a slump and in a bad mood that seems to be perpetual, melting over the keys of his study piano, boneless: i’ve never created anything of beauty and i never will therefore my continued existence is a plague upon this earth
starters from the 1890 story by oscar wilde, THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY
“what odd chaps you painters are!”
“i know you will laugh at me.”
“you don’t understand me.”
“i have grown to love secrecy.”
“you know quite well.”
“how often do you see him?”
“you are a wonderful creation.”
“the gods have been good to you, but what the gods give they quickly take away.”
“you will suffer horribly.”
“the only difference between a caprice and a life - long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.”
“how long will you like me?”
“i am in love with it.”
“i wish i could trust myself.”
“men marry because they are tired ; women, because they are curious ; both are disappointed.”
“who are you in love with?”
“i have chosen my own life.”
“kiss me again, my love.”
“don’t touch me!”
“can they feel, i wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?”
“we have each of us a secret. let me know yours, and i shall tell you mine.”
“i thought you would like it.”
“this is blasphemy!”
“can’t you see what i am going through?”
“it has destroyed me.”
“those words mean nothing to me now.”
“i killed him.”
“i want a man’s life.”
“i am not even singed. my winds are untouched.”
“you mustn’t say those dreadful things!”
“i am not the same.”
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imagining moving in with a lover and mixing my books with their books in our bookshelves... might faint
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Nat Farbman. A couple relaxing on the banks of the Seine River in Paris, France - during the spring of 1949
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Alex Winter as Bill S. Preston, Esq. BILL & TED’S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE (1989)
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