I Never Loved Me, Baby, But You Do

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

Dudddde what if we were foils and you were beautiful and i was ugly and you have revolution in your eyes and i believe in nothing and you chastely drop your eyes at all things that were not the republic and i stare fixedly at all women and you were absolute in your ideas and i was shapeless and you pitied me and i venerated you and you scorned me and i admired you and you disdained me and i loved you. What if in the presence of you i became someone once more, what if i was charmed by your chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature without me being clearly aware of it and without the idea of explaining it to myself occurring, what if i had need of you, what if i were your unaccepted pylades what if bro can you hear me

headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest

Favourite Designs: Frieda Lepold "A Knights Dress" Haute Couture Gown

Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs

Sassy magazine, Like Juliet, September 1993

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.

Metal Bookmarks // Saiyre

I don’t want a weighted blanket, I want a girlfriend to lay on top of me for the whole night while we cuddle and I feel safe

“Your love is suspicious; for I do not deserve it.”