im waiting for anons to stop STRESSING mag OUT smH like the thought is there and the support is good but stop!!!!!!! makin things!!!!!!!!!!!! stressful 👏🏻god👏🏻fu👏🏻ck👏🏻heck......... smh......
((b,ro,, bro its ok,, im jus busy over here with my gross tears of joy and confusion cus i just??? thank you all so much???? like,, ngl i feel really bad sometimes about not being able to answer all the asks i get in my inbox but just,, the fact you guys care enough to keep sending stuff and then you just,, go out of your way to say nice things like this,, i just,, i cannot by any measure conjure an image with my own hands that properly describes how grateful i am,
it is really easy to do nothing, i know, and the fact you guys take the time to not only do a thing but a nice thing too??? I just,, i appreciate it so so much and honestly it really helps me to motivate myself to keep doing stuff like this with characters and art. i’ve met so many great friends through this and i keep meeting more and even tho i wont be around as much p soon, i just want you all to know that you really mean a lot to me and thank you so so much for all your support and encouragement. and ro i lov you bro you are good and deserve all the bro hugs thmank you, ~ mag
someone: haha why are you so obsessed with *insert show/book series/film/etc)
me, internally: because throwing myself into something allows me to briefly forget the constant depression misery and sadness i suffer through every day and when i marathon things my self hatred sometimes starts to disappear because i forget that i’m a real person who exists in the real world. my obsessions help me to cope when i feel like i’m about to explode or cry or scream or all of those at once and once i get into something i barely think of anything else for weeks which is a very unhealthy coping tactic but hey it helps so
The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
Guess what? I stumbled upon this new musical. It’s really good and I think you’d like it!
The Responsible Side of Me:
Oh, NO. Stop it. STOP IT. I know what you’re thinking. DON’T. You’ve got too many obsessions with musicals. Your relationship with Broadway is not healthy. NOT HEALTHY! Wait, what are you— You can’t— NO—
*classmate gets in trouble for talking when I was also talking*
who am I? Can I condemn this man to slavery pretend I do not feel his agony this innocent who bears my face who goes to judgment in my place. Who am I? Can I conceal myself forevermore pretend I'm not the man I was before and must my name until I die be no more than an alibi. Must I lie? How can I ever face my fellow men? How can I ever face myself again?
“Don’t look directly at the sun or you will go blind.”
Well, you are the sun.
And I keep looking, looking, looking,
Until my eyes burn and tears fall down my cheeks,
But I do not close my eyes.
You burn so brightly I can still see you clearly behind my eyelids when my night falls because I live for your light and I cannot let you go, and even if I will turn blind I want you to be the last thing I’ll ever see, your hand clasped in mine.
A love letter to you from the Moon, from Dionysus, from Grantaire.
Picture Enjolras trying to describe the guy he likes to ferre and courf but they make it really difficult like “are you sure you’re not just making this up he can’t have that many hobbies” and “curly dark hair and makes fun of you a lot? He sounds like a taller version of courfeyrac"