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pajamanation

celtic music makes me so fucking emotional

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itsisabellatte

Saw this gem tonight at the historic franklin theatre

dennys

The Breakfast Club is an hour and 37 minutes long and at no point did they discuss breakfast. Even more upsetting, they only ate LUNCH. The title wasn’t ‘The Lunch Club’, what gives? 1 star.

augustds

Ari’el Stachel’s amazing speech after making Broadway history as the first Asian to win the Tony Best Featured Actor in a Musical for his work on “The Band’s Visit”

itsisabellatte

This man is humble. This man is kind. This man is talented and he’s making a difference. Thank you Arie’el Stachel for talking to the hopeless dreamer outside the stage door and encouraging her with your words and filling her with your spirit.

lordeella

Sewn into the back of Ella’s dress ‘Rejoice! Our times are intolerable’ By Jenny Holzer

itsisabellatte

“The Apocalypse Will Blossom.”

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made myself a quick stay frosty wallpaper, feel free to use! please reblog if saved :)

fuckyeahgreatplays

There are things that can hurt you that leave you bruised and bloody, and there are some things that hurt you that don’t make you bruised and bloody. And they all hurt.

Almost, Maine (via fuckyeahgreatplays)

Love in the air, lies in the heart

What I learned on 1/3/18

•He misses me... his eyes and actions confirmed what I thought to be impossible. Maybe it stemmed from jelousy, narcissism, or curtesy... whatever it was it didn't phase me.

•She knows which means that everyone else does too. Thank goodness.

•Old patterns are possibly arising... am I "mistaking warning signs for butterflies?"

•Whatever possiblility of us there was doesn't exist anymore. Maybe it never did. And that makes life a lot simpler. I don't know if I like it or not.

•Hear the bells of Notre Dame ✔️

2017. The year I put myself back in the narrative. The year I broke my best friend’s heart. The year I spent Valentines Day at an Ariana Grande concert. The year I turned 16 on stage. The year I was treacherous. The year of midnight dates, regrets, & mistakes. The year my wanderlust was satisfied. The year I said “I love you” for the first time. The year I felt beautiful. The year I felt like nothing more. The year I had my first summer romance. The year things didn’t end like I expected. And that’s okay. The year I sang on the infamous Ryman stage. The year I became independent. The year I had my first “stage kiss” under the northern lights. The year I joined WNB and started the year as a soloist. The year I came this close, and no closer. The year I got my first C. The year of parties and panic. The year I lost my best friend. I miss you AJ. The year I called 9-1-1. The year I spent NYE with a special someone on their special day… The year of a rom-com like love triANgle that 2018 has yet to resolve

It was year of heartache and reason to celebrate. The year may be over but your story isn’t. 2018 is what ever you want it to be.