if dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?

time to bake something! sure hope there won’t be dishes once i’m finished!

it should be a law that if it’s raining and you wake up feeling comfy in bed you shouldn’t have to answer to any of your obligations

“hot girl summer” i type on tumblr.com. i am on my knees chanting the lord’s prayer in latin. i haven’t left the apartment in three days.

i honestly love how sandy powell genuinely doesn’t care what decade we’re in #thats not why we’re here - this isnt costume drama #verisimilitude? mever met her #are we in the 1820’s? yes? #1760’s? a little bit #1890’s? sometimes? #1940’s? sort of yah #i mean when i say she doesnt care i mean she cares very much #but like its a magpie grab bag of Looks that just have to serve the story #sometimes you want a napoleonic painted-on tights look that screams Prince ™ #sometimes you want a baroque pastoral dream#sometimes you want mid-victorian excess #and sometimes you want a Dior New Look Bitch #and yes i would like all these things in one narrative#also make it Colourful pls #yes! perfect!

society starting going downhill when they removed the cd drives from laptops

I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.

I absolutely cannot accept any other headcanon for Christine Daae except that she's just. A really fucking weird person. Like, still very nice and polite, a bit shy. You'd like her if you met her. But you talk to her for a few moments and you're like, "Oh! Okay! You're the weirdest bitch I ever met in my life!" I fully believe all the other dancers found out about the whole Situation she got involved in with the Opera Ghost and were just like, "Mm, yeah, that checks out."