Time passes you by...
Slowly and all at once as vivid as the shining amber lights on the wet concrete at night.
Walking on that burnt orange stone, home, home.
I look to the past and it's forgotten.
I'm standing outside in the driving rain, it ushers me away.
Pressed up to the window panes, fogging up sodden glass.
Looking at a stranger's past.
That little room with its sandy paint and coffee curtains.
Lights snapped on and Nora Jones sings out of the stereo.
It's soft and milky.
Clouding and brewing softly.
Time.
Past is present and present is future.
And it's all already passed me by.
I flip through shining photos and those familiar faces smile at the ghosts behind the long, lost cameras.
Choppy hair and sharply slit winds softened by a flash decades ago.
Moments so dear, a sun so golden, people lost to ticking clocks, they forgot long ago.
And they kept it all down.
Those shining cards with their little people.
The faces you see in the warm ripples of a bath.
No malice, just ghosts.
Ghosts of happy days and burnt orange stones.
Do you remember their names?
Did they ever learn mine?
I walk and I know I'm already gone.
Just a face in a photo.
I stand faded in smooth cards on Christmases and birthday nights in orange lights.
Smiling and laughing.
Running on tiles, on wood, on carpet, sand and stone.
I stand young and small.
I doubt I could even tell you why these photos exist now.
But they did.
Those people breathed that long lost air and time thawed once the flash faded.
We carry on.
Until the next photo's taken
Yeah I like the big four Tumblr musicals but these are just a few shows you should consider listening to next time you’re looking for something new.
Based on the book of the same name Tuck Everlasting is about a girl named Winnie Foster discovering the immortal Tuck family. The father of the family is played by Michael Park who you might recognize as Larry Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen. It’s a good show with a few catchy songs. If you’ve read the book before you’ll know what to expect since it’s a pretty faithful adaptation.
Composed by Pasek and Paul of The Greatest Showman and Dear Evan Hansen fame this is a romance about a young man about to be shipped off to the Vietnam War and how he spends his last few nights in America where he meets Rose under unfortunate circumstances. Annaleigh Ashford (Legally Blonde) is also in the show and featured in the titular song.
The original Carrie musical was Broadway’s biggest disaster until Spider-Man came along leaving a bitter taste in the mouths of theater junkies. Luckily the revival is much better on every level and, in my opinion, is the best Carrie adaptation to date. Christy Altomare and Derek Klena, both of Anastasia fame, play Sue Snell and Tommy Ross, the well meaning popular kids who try to help social outcast Carrie White (Molly Ranson)
A medieval musical tv show with two seasons and Timothy Omundson? This show is both funny and it has a general 2-3 songs per episode starring mostly non professional singers with the exception of a few including Weird Al as a singing monk. There’s nothing much else to say except, I believe in you Tad Cooper.
One of Lin Manuel Miranda’s first productions, as seen by the lack of his presence in a cheerleader uniform, this musical is both creative and funny. Head cheerleader and popular girl Campbell is suddenly transferred her Senior year to Jackson highschool. Suspecting there’s something going on one she finds out the new girl, Eva might have something to do with it.
These two are put together because they’re both modern retellings of the Orpheus and Eurydice tale. Hadestown is more of a jazz/blues song style while Jasper in Deadland is more a rock musical. Both have their own interpretations of the story that any mythology buff will see and love.
And like there’s a million more that I don’t have enough space to mention but it’s okay to listen to musicals that aren’t Hamilton, Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen or Heathers.
Bat Boy the Musical, Shrek, Hunchback of Notre Dame, 35 mm, Next to Normal, Repo! The Genetic Opera, The Devil’s Carnival, Anastasia, In the Heights, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-Long Blog, The Count of Monte Cristo and many, many more.
“Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.”
— Edgar Allan Poe
This absence. This emptiness. This hollowness. This nothingness. I feel them too much.
Sophia Carey (via wordsnquotes)
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the art of saying no was a numbing in our mouths. we learned how to form it gently, to swallow the punch, to let down with gentlest hands. we learned how to fake a smile, to force a chuckle, to take disgust and turn it into polite denial, to take fear and weigh our options and submit. he said he needed sex because oh it hurt how we made him. he said we should have just smiled back at him. he said that we could have learned karate to fight them. he said that we couldn’t say no, he was our boyfriend.
how many girls are raised to feel guilty for no. we feel it must come with a reason. our no has to have qualifications. if our no isn’t enough, we are expected to cave in.
the battle of our inner strength and our outer bodies. how we calculate small injustice versus our personal safety. how we’d form no in small ways that made him feel like it was our fault. how we’d let him down in a way he wouldn’t follow us home. we’d say no without the words; lying about sudden appointments or phone calls, we’d invent husbands, we’d suddenly become best friends with the woman beside us. we always had someone waiting at home for us - usually big and angry - who would notice if we were missing. we enter in our phone numbers with the last two digits switched. we say we’re going to the bathroom we’ll be right back before we take off running.
and our no, those two letters, was never good enough. we either rejected him too harshly or not clearly. if we said no, we weren’t in love. the no was too forceful, the no was too gentle. the no meant ask nicely, the no meant keep persisting. the no was because we’re all catty and cruel and hate nice men. the no was because we’re all paranoid bitches. the no was wait long enough and it’s a yes. the no was playing hard to get.
and our life was learning. it amazes me sometimes when men tell me, “but she never said no” and i hear her story. how he was her boss and she would lose her job and it was her everything. how he said no but men aren’t allowed to refuse these things. i was thirteen the first time i had to spend a two hour train ride gently turning down a middle-aged man and someone else told me i should have just screamed or hit him or done something. how the girls i told all nodded solemnly because they know what it’s like to be thirteen and scared and to be eighteen and scared and how to be twenty-three and scared. because we’ve all said no and had it blow up in our faces. we’ve watched men turn from flirty to aggressive. we’ve seen what happens to our friends.
but in the end it’s our fault. don’t you know a man can’t take rejection.
“I started sleeping more than usual. I guess I’m just in love with a thought, that only my dreams allow me to have.”
-via nemoday
you were my world and now i can’t imagine you in it
funny how memories can become so distant
you were once the love of my life
now you’re just someone i knew once upon a time
every now and then i see you in my dreams
it doesn’t hurt; i don’t cry or wish you were here
i hope you’re happy. i hope you’ve found someone who makes all your problems disappear
sometimes love doesn’t last
sometimes our first isn’t our last
sometimes there’s better to come
and one day we’ll once again believe in love
— i’m drunk and this is what i want u to know
A sane person to an insane society must appear insane.
Kurt Vonnegut, Welcome to the Monkey House (via quotespile)