Rellyx S.

Dante hit me in the head with a sundae and now I'm a storm that is approaching

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Notes on Staying”

may sarton, journal of a solitude

“The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins – but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. Love is more than a candle. Love can ignite the stars.”

So leave some honey out for the fae, find omens in the patterns of the clouds, or hang wind chimes outside like your grandma used to do. Don’t let anybody call you anything other than human.

Loathing, unadulterated loathing! for your face, your voice, your clothing!

What I love so much about this song, No One Mourns the Wicked, is how hard it is for Glinda to be there saying these things to these people and celebrating and rejoicifying with them when she's grieving her friend in real time. She's obviously having to do a hard thing here by celebrating what she's singing about while the lyrics are also her trying to spoon feed them the idea that wickedness happened to her. Give her a chance. Even though she's there doing this thing she knows she's supposed to do, rejoicify with them and celebrate this news, the lyrics...she's actually still fighting for her friend, for them to understand. She's giving them a chance. She's holding out a hand saying, but give her a chance...She's actually asking them to humanize her. It kind of is an impossible position to be in for her at this moment...This was really hard to look at. This was not a fun moment to film...Grief can feel different, and it can show up in many different ways. Sometimes it's really emotional. Sometimes it makes you angry. Sometimes it makes you feel numb. But either way, setting your best friend on fire...not good. Not preferred.