Rent as Hamilton songs
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond, e.e. cummings
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via anditslove)
(How do you say goodbye to someone who was never there?)
Darshana Suresh, “our love is a revolution” (via diana–prince)
don’t do SHIT for a boy. don’t shave for a boy. don’t fake your interests for a boy. don’t leave school for a boy. don’t lose weight for a boy. and don’t cry for a boy. the world is full of boys but there is only one of you.
#bam4ham
How to Explain Your Anxiety to Someone
Say sorry, I can’t. It doesn’t make sense.
It’s like the feeling of walking down the stairs with missing steps, or having your life flash before your eyes all the time - even when you’re not dying. It’s me, wondering if you’ll never speak to me again after this conversation.
Say have you ever seen a horror movie? Not the ones with blood and gore, or the ones where the stereotypically weak female actress gets left behind with the murderer and a hammer. The ones where the entire family’s house is invaded by strangers, where every second is the second between this life and the afterlife. The ones with jump scares. Say, I’m terrified most of the rest of my life will be a jump scare. That my life is a movie theater for the time being and I’m so scared you have to sit next to me during it.
There will always be the people who get it, and the people who don’t. There will always be the people who take one look at you when you try to explain and think irrational, out of control, naive, silly. Childish. But then there are the people who will understand, who will realize - Oh, this is just a survival mechanism.
And the first people will be the ones who push you down those stairs with the missing steps. And the second people who will be the ones who lead you to another staircase.
And one day you’ll wake up, and get to the bottom of the stairs. And you’ll think somebody fixed the steps, because you didn’t notice the gap where some of the steps were missing.
But the gaps will still be there. You’ll just have learned how to step over them.
Andrew Gn Resort 2016.
I’m literally ripping up cardboard into tiny pieces so the actor has something on the floor to sweep up. Because she can’t …. Pretend?
The crazy things we do as stage managers never ceases to amaze me.
I had another SM tell me the actor couldn’t pretend to plug in a lamp into the wall, so during the scene she had to crouch down with the end of an extension cord, even with the “wall,” so the actor had somewhere to plug in the lamp.
“Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol– […].” Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt