laughter is my gut reaction to witnessing pretty much anything i find unbelievable and i’m counting down the days until it causes problems. i remember once i had a teacher who was screaming at someone and she said to them “in this classroom, i am god” and not laughing was the most difficult thing i’ve ever done
Lin-Manuel Miranda, sitting on a giant pile of cash, safe in the knowledge that his show is sold out for a year, a person who has always been able to access theatre shows:
Stop The Bootlegs I Don't Like Them
[stare into the camera like they're in the office]
imagine if it’s actually “apple tree yard” that airs tonight and the producers and writers get all happy because of the great viewer ratings and then someone’s like “…sorry but no one was actually excited for your show. it was just the whole sherlock fandom hoping for a 4th episode”
~pisces when i slept beside her it was like i could hear the ocean in my ear the sea and its solace was near she was a sedative that dreamed with me and on some days she would just be an echo and she would jump at shadows then on other days she would rise with the sun and read, and dance, and run free in her mind write and daze and fantasize there were times she stayed in bed for days i couldn’t touch her without her bleeding she had third degree burns every sense hurts then she would laugh with god or angels or something invisible i am not dealing with a girl but something magical -cherry
it’s an honor to speak with a god,“ i say.
Apollo laughs, the sound settling under my ribs.
“i am not the sort of creature you want to hear the voice of.”
i touch his shoulder in a frail attempt at consolation.
he blinks, easy eyes melting into sky.
“nor touch,” he finishes.
“it’s Icarus, isn’t it?” i have to ask. “you are remembering him today.”
his nose is red, his eyes strained from crying.
there are scuff marks on his shoes from kicking the wall.
his still young body is thin, bones poking through sweatshirt.
raised welts rest on his arms from clutching too tightly.
“i wish i could remember,” he says at last, looking out the window into the sun.
“but all i can do is feel the agony he left behind.