• me three years ago:i am never going to read homestuck, it looks stupid with all these crazy ass grey people with candy corn sticking out of their heads and throwin buckets around
  • me now:do you think that autoresponder would eat ass if he wasnt just a pair of shades and had a body?

‘I didn’t expect to get Casanova at all,’ he says. 'When I saw the list of people up for it I thought, “Oh well, it will go to the beautiful boys.”’

And that’s not how you see yourself?

'I don’t think I am, no. What?’

Nothing, I’m just raising a sceptical eyebrow. Have you not read any of the press that’s put you in that category?

'I genuinely don’t think I am, I’ve never read anything that suggests I might be … whatever you’re suggesting,’ he mumbles.


The 2015 Tony Nominated Set Designs

“An American In Paris” Bob Crowley & 59 Productions

“On the Twentieth Century” David Rockwell

“The King and I” Michael Yeargan

“Fun Home” David Zinn

“The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time” Bunny Christie 

“Skylight” Bob Crowley

“Wolf Hall Parts One & Two” Christopher Oram

“You Can’t Take It With You” David Rockwell

contiguous, adj.

I felt silly for even mentioning it, but once I did, I knew I had to explain.
“When I was a kid, "I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it–you know, the kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to her–California and Nevada, completely in love. So a lot of the time when we’re like this”–my ankles against the backs of your ankles, my knees fitting into the backs of your knees, my thighs on the backs of your legs, my stomach against your back, my chin folding into your neck–“I can’t help but think about California and Nevada, and how we’re a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above as a map. that’s what we’d look like; that’s how we are.”
For a moment, you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered.
And I knew you understood.

—  David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary