please always remember that you are loved even when you don’t feel like it
hey if ur reading this and ur in a bad spot mentally or anything i hope u feel better soon and have a good day
“No Voice” Bare 12.15.2012
“Dear Jason, so scared the world itself would soon disown you. Days crawl by, I’m left to wonder if I could have shown you that the world should not foresake you, that the world should love you well. You and I were meant to be. I wish I could have made you see that in you God was very pleased.”
…And cue the tears.
Broadway is losing an amazing show tonight. It’s honestly unacceptable and just so sad. What an important show.
Not so long ago, I discovered Donna Vivino’s version of “No Good Deed” and I am still not over how utterly amazing it is. She sounds so crazy, which is so good. Also that high F belt note at the end of her Fiyero-riff. Ugh. Too much, too much to mention. Also. ACTING.
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forgive them. your heart will be lighter for it. forgive them because it gives you closure. it’s all in the past now, and they can’t hurt you there.
moments when grls r Extra pretty : • the lil smile when they put on blush • tying up their hair - bonus points if she pulls out a few strands at the front to frame her face • putting on lotion - bonus if she rubs some on your hands cuz she took too much • pulling their hair out from under a scarf or jacket • when there’s like stray glitter on their faces ? shimmer blush ? eyeshadow ? who knows but it’s angelic • wearing Anything that is too big for them. in general - 2x bonus if it’s yours • when they receive a hot drink and hold it with both hands and just sort of put their face right up close to it
someone: veronica did nothing wrong
me, confused: no
someone: jd did nothing wrong
me, disturbed: no
someone: heather chandler did nothing wrong
me, laughing: no
someone: heather duke did nothing wrong
me, shaking my head: no
someone: heather mcnamara did nothing wrong
me, exasperated now: no
someone: kurt and ram did nothing wrong
me, offended: no
someone: betty finn and martha did nothing wrong
me: actually yes
You were all sharp edges;
twisted and mangled.
She was all soft and gentle;
each curvature of her face coming to meet the next one with ease.
You were rough, torn apart, half-heartedly put back together, guarded.
She was nurtured, loved, protected, outspoken.
You were extreme, gasoline stained boots, matted hair, and a permanent smirk.
She was calm, eyeshadow never out of place, perfect hair, and lip gloss stained kiss.
You were bloody knuckles with flecks of dirt, broken skin, and bleeding lips kissed roughly with hair tugged, needing more.
She was the plaster on a broken bone, a bandage to cover the absence, and not enough to go around.
You were sunrises seen with insomniac eyes, cigarette smoke at midnight, and all too explosive.
She was a good night’s sleep and no circles under your eyes, clean air in a crowded city, safe.
You were afraid to touch her for fear she would break,
She was scared to touch you for fear that she would break you.
You were both ignorant, stupid, foolish, young,
Human.
In love.
Now she’s rough edges, husky voice in the morning from nightmares that never end, and a touch that is never as careful as it used to be.
Now you are fine lines, marble with smooth indents which form words, a smiling picture on the wall of a school; in a year book; next to your Mother.
Finally, she has given you what you needed: calm.
Finally, you have driven her to be what she thought she could never be: chaotic.