I Don’t Want A Weighted Blanket, I Want A Girlfriend To Lay On Top Of Me For The Whole Night While

Linda Friesen 'The Stardust 2.0 version' Haute Couture Gown

I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.

chinese hanfu by 千黛远山 （inspired by the myth creature 南海鲛人jiaoren in southern sea）

automated text reply that just says YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY PERSON I AM LETTING DOWN

Enjolras: Don't disgrace the barricade! Go and sleep somewhere else.

Grantaire:

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “In the kitchen”

Leitmotifs drive me insane, like I hear *repeated melody that has an association with a person, idea, or situation* and I go *tears up the fucking rug like a dog*

YOU BIT INTO ME AND I WASN'T AS SOFT AS YOU EXPECTED; ON PERVERTED LOVE.

i. b. vyache // unknown // isabel allende // dante émile (@orpheuslament) // rainer maria rilke // florence + the machine // unknown // clarice lispector // @ruhlare

delirium

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}