*frances ha

  • Mulligan: I go back to New York and my apprenticeship
  • Lafayette: I ask for French aid, I pray that France has sent a ship
  • Hamilton: I- ehh *looks awkwardly at Laurens*
  • Laurens: I stay at work with Hamilton we write essays against slavery!
  • Hamilton: essays! Yeah, totally, That's ME! I write essays! whoohoo! I am the AL-EX-AN-D-ER AGAINST SLAVERY!!!!! Not throwing away my shot! Writing like I'm running out of time! There's a million things I haven't done, but I've written these essays against savoury
  • Mulligan & Lafayette: ............ slavery
  • Hamilton: yeah that's what I mea-
  • Laurens: babe hush
It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

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