happy birthday @amazingphil! 🎀🌸💗

IT'S FALIGON DAY BABYYYYYY I'VE BEEN DREAMING OF THIS DAY SINCE 2018 WE'RE POPPIN MASSIVE BOTTLES 🥳🎉🐉🍾🍻🔥

i could follow you to the beginning just to relive the start

@paramoreblr's para-ganda event: all i wanted or playing god

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i wanna make a prsk major arcana...

His bullfighting days aren't over quite yet.

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uh, ladies? i don't feel ready to turn 27

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hello swifties allow me to introduce my literal bestie, lola 💘

hi update as of an hour ago i have a THERAPIST!!! an actual licensed therapist!!!! we have our first session on monday 😭💗

Saturday Six (Stuff)

It seems weird but I've been doing yoga for 2.5 years now. I never thought I'd be a yoga person. But here we are. I was lucky to find a place, and a person who isn't a stereotypical "yoga snob" and it's been great. I definitely recommend trying it for relaxation, if you can find a place, or YouTube has some great videos, I've heard.೭੧(❛〜❛✿)੭೨

On the same vein, we've lived here (in this state of the USA) for almost 10 years now. Damn. What a long, strange trip it's been. (Thanks Grateful Dead)٩(⌯꒦ິ̆ᵔ꒦ິ)۶ᵒᵐᵍᵎᵎᵎ

After seeing a "news" thing about how often you should be changing the sheets on your bed (every week!!!) I have to admit, that even though doing that task really kills me (oof my back), and my kitten thinks she absolutely HAS TO "help", I do really like nice clean sheets every week lol...꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡

The sun is coming out!!! Yeah, I do love the sunshiney days, buuuut, I still love me them rainy days. I do wish it was warmer already though.ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

I put up flyers in a few places in town, and some in the little town north of the parent's. Here's hoping it does some good. I don't know if people actually look at bulliten boards anymore, or not.(⑅ ‘﹃’ )

I'm definitely trying not to sink here, but those waves are crashing hard. I'm still swimming though. It's hard not to just give up when you're so damn tired. I'm still going though. Sigh... ヾ(*´ー`)ノ

charles/seb + "no, it's okay. it's okay. it's going to be fine" (i know you dont vibe w them generally, sry)

“You’re leaving.”

“Ah, Charles, hello,” Sebastian grins at him, pushing his hair back behind his ears, curls nearly at his shoulders. Charles’ fingers itch and he shoves them in his pockets, planting his feet.

“You’re leaving,” Charles says again because there are no other words in his head, Sebastian Vettel is retiring at the end of this year, Sebastian Vettel is leaving. Seb is retiring and he didn’t tell Charles. Sebastian squints at him for a moment, smile faltering before his eyes go all liquid and quiet, mouth curving down at the edges.

“Charles,” he says in the way that he does like he’s trying to say something else and he thinks that Charles understands but he never feels like he does and Seb is leaving —

“Charles,” Sebastian laughs, and reaches out a hand, cupping his elbow, thumb tucked into the soft skin there. “I will still be here, yes? We will still call and write. I’m sorry, I thought you knew that. I didn’t realise I had to say it.”

He swallows, looking down at his feet where his runners are double knotted before meeting Charles’s eyes, something nervous flickering across his face. “I had hoped, ah, I mean I was hoping to ask you if you would like, if you had the time of course, I understand that you are very busy, but if you wanted that you would come to see me sometime? In Switzerland?”

Oh. Charles watches a curl come loose from Sebastian’s headband. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sebastian is smiling again, face slowly scrunching up and Charles grins back, ducking his head, fingers digging into his palms, hands still in his pockets. “Yeah, I would, I would like that very much.”

happy egbert-crocker day!!!

day 7 of the @sincerely-us DEH closing tribute: favorite memory*

*combined with an implied bit of belonging and getting back up from the days I missed

title: A Very Lengthy Narrative of My First Visit to the Music Box Theater, or alternatively, I Wrote This For an English Assignment and I’d Like to Reuse It Because It’s Really Not That Bad, In My Opinion

Most people bustling through the streets of the Theater District in Midtown Manhattan are heavily cloaked with raincoats and worry, but I, similarly to most obnoxious tourists, am bounding down the sidewalk with a little too much skip in my step. The sun has long set, and the stars are hidden away behind the bright lights of flashing marquees as I dash from streetlamp to streetlamp. I’ve been here once before, but I can hardly remember anything outside the city smell of trash bags and exhaust; besides, my relatively newfound love for the shows on Broadway makes the experience feel completely fresh.

If you were to follow me around on this drizzly April night, you’d want to take two sharp lefts away from the fluorescent screens of Times Square and head past the warm flashing lightbulbs of old theaters. Pass under the sturdy scaffolding used for what I can only assume is a remnant of an incomplete and long-postponed project, and your destination will be on the right: the Music Box Theater. The Palladian style of the building’s exterior, with its limestone bricks and grooved pillars, is contrasted with sleek LED lettering and digital billboards. Both the light-up screens and various banners secured to the railings proudly announce in signature blue lettering: Dear Evan Hansen- The Tony Award-Winning Best Musical! This is a place I’ve only seen in photos; a place I’ve only dreamed of going to for at least four years. Now, finally, I’m about to step foot inside for the most anticipated two hours and thirty minutes of my lifetime.

The small interior of the theater matches well with its outside appearance: intricate carvings and golden designs border the walls and ceilings, contrasting well with the faded velvet of the red seats. I make my way down the aisle with a Playbill program clutched in my hands, careful not to bump any elbows or trip over stray purses. It’s only after I take my seat at the front of the mezzanine that I can truly focus on the scene in front of me. The dark abyss of the stage is nearly empty, save for a single set piece: red plaid sheets covering a wooden bedframe, accompanied by a small nightstand. A closed laptop rests on the bedspread, reflecting the bluish spotlight shining down. Soft hums and gentle strums echo from the orchestra “pit”, unconventionally placed on an elevated platform on the top left of the stage. This show saved me two years ago, and now here I am- about to experience it right in front of me.

The clock strikes 7:30, and the lights dim. An electronic humming begins- the beeps and dings rise to a crescendo as the audience falls silent with anticipation. Then, a single spotlight. Under that spotlight: a single actor. He looks out into the audience, wide-eyed, waiting, and takes a breath. And just like that, even if only for a couple of hours, the rest of the world falls away.

Lmfao my mom was getting on me abt not having enough to do this upcoming semester so I decided ah okay I'll add another class. And that's perfectly fine. But the one I picked results in the majority of my schedule being generally unaffected and still lax, but my Thursday being absolutely fucked.

For reference, on every other day I'd spend like less than four hours in class/commuting(anywhere from zero hours to almost four), but Thursday, its almost 9 hours combined 😭 which is like fine with me, but I think ill despise thursdays after this, AND MY BIRTHDAY IS ON A THURSDAY :(

who screamed every fall out boy song as loud as i could despite it being 108 out and then immediately threw up after 🤡

That comic of the person getting all swirly then slamming their laptop shut -- IM GOING TO BED