My Love For You Is Like The Stars. They Glow And Burn, And Explode And Die, And They Scarred Off Remnants

Most Reblogged Musicals

*stage freeze*

Les Misérables

Hamilton | Official Tumblr

Wicked

Phantom of the Opera | Official Tumblr

Rent

Newsies

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Spring Awakening

Fun Home

Next to Normal

Heathers the Musical

The Last Five Years

The Book of Mormon

Something Rotten!

Finding Neverland

The King and I

A Gentleman’s Guide To Love and Murder

Avenue Q | Official Tumblr

Jersey Boys

Kinky Boots

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The reason I like reading a book in one day is because I love watching people look at the size of the book in pure horror and then back at me like I just became terrifying in their eyes

The main reason I love University Challenge is that it gives the lie to the media stereotype about young people – that they all know nothing, and couldn’t care less. It’s complete rubbish. Every year we see more and more teams of young people who know amazing things, and you’re just left wondering in pleasurable disbelief, “How on earth did they get that?”

Jeremy Paxman (via thecryingofblog49)

My dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out, you’re relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn't hurting you doesn’t mean you didn't notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.

#that’s a fucking deep dentist visit

“If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I will follow you into the dark.”

Pockets of fluff.

Call me at 3 AM. Call me when you feel like you’re collapsing in the mess that has become you, call me when your mind doesn’t feel like home, call me in those strange hours between night and morning when you feel most alone. Call me at 1 PM. Call me when the spring breeze surrounds you, comforting as your mother’s touch, and the flowers burst from every crevice in the sidewalk, and the limbs of the trees sway against the clear afternoon sky. Call me when you need someone to share beauty with, someone to tell how excited the world makes you for once in a long time. Call me at 9 PM. Call me when you’re taking a bath that smells of lemon and lavender, call me when your mind is clear with each breath that dissolves into the warm air, call me when poetry dares to expose itself where it has been buried in your mind, poetry in shades of white and black and everything in between. Call me when everything is falling apart, when everything is coming together. But no matter when you call me, what shade of the night or hour of the day, I will listen. And I will love you just a little bit more, if that’s even possible.

an excerpt from a book I’ll never write #189 // call me when you need me (via worldsinmywords)

a word from you would suffice