as of

*me, checking my own AO3 account to see if I have posted any new fic I’ve been waiting for yet*

yes my favorite colors are the warm orange of the windows of a house u see on a walk at night and also the deep blue of the night around it

the world needs more passionate people.. everybody wants to be mysterious and reserved that shit is wack af.. feel some shit. burn with desire.

even the top gets called a faggot

me explaining modern homophobia to aristotle

I hear they're putting down andrew lloyd webber after phantom on broadway closes. SAD. oh well there's other composers.

My mom told me they’re sending him to a farm up north where he can play with the other composers and she wouldn’t lie about that