aph–portugay:

you know whats really good? 

when black cats are drawn like this

thats really good thanks for coming to my ted talk

flow-it-show-it:

But how George looks– he could look forever, as if he sees you and he doesn’t all at once. What is he thinking when he looks like that? What does he see, sometimes not even blinking? His eyes, so dark and shiny; some think cold and black…

But it’s warm inside his eyes, and it’s soft inside his eyes, and he burns you with his eyes, and you’re studied like the light… And you look inside the eyes, and you catch him here and there, but he’s never really there, so you want him even more, and you drown inside his eyes…

I could look at him forever.

(“Color and Light”, Sunday in the Park with George)

If they ever thought to make a movie of this, I’d wish like hell Aidan could sing.

gucciballs:

Tumblr removed a 2 year old video of me pretending a hot dog was my dick and then proceeding to stick it in a rat trap

raindancejodi:

post–grad:

i’m back at my ancestral home (lowe’s) and I just watched a very burly man in a lot of flannel carry a potted orchid SO TENDERLY across the parking lot

A sentence that starts with “i’m back at my ancestral home (lowe’s)” has to work really hard to make the end of that sentence equally as amazing and by god you’ve done it

prophets-petrichor:

It’s September 1st. It’s Halloween. I don’t make the rules.

vintagedad:

galacticpasta:

hocksquawks:

*blows a kiss under the stage* for the pit orchestra

*blows a kiss behind the stage* for the run crew

*blows a kiss to the rafters* for the phantom