can u hear a lark in any other part of town

musical theatre blog call me zeke 20 he/him or whatever mixed Latino/European aspiring musical theatre singer/actor part of the musical theatre network

[niambi]

does anyone else randomly think about that show Kyle XY, ive very literally never watched an episode but like the only thing i remember is that he didnt have a belly button, and like thats it, thats all i know but thats all i randomly think about….at like random intervals during the year

[fairycosmos]

i hate applying for jobs because the employers are always like: do you enjoy working in a stressful environment???? do you strive for unobtainable standards of perfection???? are you good at dealing with people that make you feel extremely uncomfortable??? do you mind losing real hours of your life in order to make minimum wage?? are you a fan of capitalism??? do you love selling your soul just so you can afford to live???

[brassknuckles-moved-deactivated]

if catholicism/christianity is fake… mary really was in that for the long haul. she pulled the longest con in existence & even got her kid in on it

[brassknuckles-moved-deactivated]

mary’s friend gabriel who knocked her up: you told joseph i was a what now?

mary, taking a sip of her coffee: an angel, gabe. try to keep up.

[trans-seraphim]

joseph: what the hell, you’re pregnant?

mary, about to invent christianity: oh? you haven’t heard?

[the-memedaddy]

[compoyo-deactivated20200529]

I hate being high why I keep hearing footsteps 😑

[with-practice]

Are you walking?

[compoyo-deactivated20200529]

Oh shit

[kaijuno]

In 300 years someone’s gonna make a Hamilton-esque musical with Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders and teenagers on the internet are gonna stan Donald Trump like “uwu my trash son Donald being a drama queen as usual” and I’m gonna have to do it. I’m gonna have to come back from the dead and destroy the planet.

[nateswinehart]

You gotta have a plan…

[pure]

Squidward is an aristocratic gay black man who vogues old way because he’s cultured, Spongebob is a twink from the Dominican Republic, Patrick is an anglo saxon bear who doesn’t wash after the gym

[pushing-dark-daisies]

[littlelesbiansoul]

Oh my fucking god 😂

[mcavoy]

everyday i think about how frank sinatra tried using his mafia ties to kill woody allen and i wanna know who the fuck stopped him.

[chillwerewolf]

small child: [absolutely incomprehensible gibberish]

me:

[butterflypeaflowertea]

band: sings about being in love me: can’t relate florence + the machine: sings about being a big tall tree and watching as the world ends and becoming an omnipresent goddess who lives in the woods with her dryad brethren me, with tears in my eyes: me too florence me too

[wistfullwishing]

“Stealing a loaf of bread does not justify 19 years in prison,” I say into the mic.

The crowd cheers. I begin to smile on the stage with joy, when a voice commands silence from the room.

“She’s wrong,” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There, in the 5th row stands: Inspector Javert himself.

[eve-deactivated20180205]

i hate this 

[zorascreation]

IWIWUHBAUEDAPDHQOIEFIhefuweb

[beyonslayed]

STOP

[wheresanegg-blog]

old iOS looks like how dj got us fallin’ in love by usher sounds

[renegalien-deactivated20210515]

i literally hate language, i hate that you can just say shit like this and it actually makes sense

[inkskinned]

okay, i don’t hate kids. i think they’re sort of funny. i like that you can talk to them like an adult and they’ll make sounds like they understand. i taught one kid “phosphorescence” and he looked at me and said, “they could just call it glowing if it means something that glows.” the kid undid the entire science community in one sentence.

but i hate kids.

or really, i hate how they’ve always been expected from me.

when i was five i was given “babies.” i hated the hardness of dolls, disposed of them for dramatic stories between stuffed animals. i knew how to wrap, feed, and care for a baby before i could spell my last name. when i was nine i was already “watching the kids”. i was only four years older than my cousins were. i wanted to go out and play. instead i was expected to have responsibility. by the time i was thirteen all of my friends had told me about how many children they were going to have in their twenties. 

my hips were “child-bearing” hips. my brother was a scientist, or a fireman, or a steamroller. i was going to make a good housewife, or mom, or nanny, or mom, or mom, or mom.

and when my body hurt, i was told it wasn’t really my body, not really, it belonged to my future children. i couldn’t cut or snip or tie anything; i was trapped by the potential energy that hung above me. a boulder, threatening. i couldn’t get tattoos, because what would i tell my children? i couldn’t kiss a girl, because what would i tell the children? i couldn’t be risky or wild or anything but a lady, because what about the children?

and when i said “i don’t want children” - not biologically, at least, not when cancer and depression and a whole other host of terrible things lives inside me - do you know what they said? “it’ll change, wait and see” “it’s not bad” “you’ll get used to it” “when you meet the right man” “you don’t want to be lonely”.

i don’t hate kids. i’m great with them. 

but then i’m told again that my life will be forfeit to them - something in me snaps angry. “wait until you have kids” “you should travel before you have children” “you’ll be more happy.” 

i hate kids! i’ve snarled. i don’t mean it at all. but god. please, leave me alone. i don’t want to be a biological mom. 

it’s like we’re born with a uterus and told “this is your whole life. your singular purpose. your job.” 

i want to be my own purpose. not here for the sake of passing genes on.

[terrywho-cartoons]

Not just actors are theater kids ♥️ A shout out to the rest of the team!