[beyond-this-illusion]

(x)

[ferretteeth]

a clip of Chant II from the Broadway previews of Hadestown, featuring the cut lines from Persephone and altered lyrics, as well as a earth-quake like “electric city” climax

[tayloralison]

But I can see us lost in the memory, August slipped away into a moment in time.

[sass-and-gin]

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In honor of the Summer of Love coming to an end tomorrow, it only seems appropriate to pull this song back out.  Just a warning, you’ll probably cry.

Gavin Creel, Caissie Levy, and Steel Burkhardt singing “Flower Children” from Gavin’s Birdland gig, November 1, 2010.

[velaversal]

i actually do have one regret.

[chelfaust]

✦Starry Destinations

print | wallpaper

[8pxl]

i think ima make these into acrylic keychains!~

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

[sass-and-gin]

Visit Original Link

In honor of the Summer of Love coming to an end tomorrow, it only seems appropriate to pull this song back out.  Just a warning, you’ll probably cry.

Gavin Creel, Caissie Levy, and Steel Burkhardt singing “Flower Children” from Gavin’s Birdland gig, November 1, 2010.

[soup-effect]

twinkle✨

[teryxnoarc]

[annsai44]

[the-softsignal]

judgement

[diablodancer]

Highlights from the City Center Encores! production of Into the Woods (x)

[crystalclocktower]

My eyes are sweating

[kujakumai]

I fucking love yugioh’s transition from horror to shonen genuinely 

“hey so what’s the plot of your manga” “a young boy obtains a cursed ancient artifact and becomes possessed by the spirit of a vengeful lich king who begins to enact vicious, often rigged death games on those who are cruel or dishonest, raining bloody, karmic revenge across the city” “oh sick what happens next” “well then he gets really into magic the gathering and they do that for the next 40 volumes”

[vympr]

i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you’re also grieving for yourself a little bit

[petrichara]

‘There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you—may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn’t that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life. Within it you watch [yourself] act out the present or possible organization of your nature. You can be aware of your own awareness of this nature as you never are at the moment of experience. The actor, by reiterating you, sacrifices a moment of his own life in order to give you a story of yours.’

-Anne Carson, ‘Grief Lessons: Four Plays By Euripides’