No Mourners, One Funeral

i hate driving. here are the laws! if you break them there will be consequences! except youre also expected to break the law just a little bit. people will get mad at you if you dont. you dont have right of way but the person who does is waving you forward for some reason. here's the speed limit! it's not the speed limit, the actual speed limit is that plus ~5-10. the light is green but you're in the turning lane. can you go? should you have gone just then? the person behind you is honking at you. there's a weird noise coming from your engine; if you try to do the right thing and get it checked out, will you get scammed? you are driving a 1-2 ton metal machine rocketing at speeds unknown to humankind for most of history. around a million people die in car accidents every year; that's about one person every thirty seconds. if you take that seriously and try to drive safely then people get mad at you.

Today is 24601. Happy pride month.

OH MY GOD???

"we're just gonna skip that stage" is a knife to the guy every single time im gonna be sick

"I'm gay" "I'm straight" yeah well I'm forever eternally Jane Doe so

me while actively listening to spring awakening: oh my GOD I needddddd to listen to spring awakening RIGHT NOW

i don’t know of any production with an explicitly queer mortiz, the closest thing would be the Almeida production where Stuart Thomas as Mortiz wears a skirt throughout

October 16. The question is: shame. What is its origin and why are we hounded by its miserable shadow?

Whooooooo baby that sure is something

hyperfixation is pacing around your bathroom in the middle of the night explaining the entire plot of the musical you already know everything about to your reflection in the mirror instead of sleeping for the third time that week even though its only a tuesday