I seriously don’t know how these boys haven’t gone to the ER yet.
So sad how at the end of The Phantom of the Opera's thirty five year run they will be taking the entire orchestra out back to shoot them like old horses 😔
are you a buzzfeed unsolved supernatural person or a buzzfeed unsolved true crime person?
Although you bring me joy, I can’t take joy in this exchange of promises tonight. It’s too crazy. We haven’t done enough thinking. It’s too sudden. It’s too much like lightning, which flashes and then disappears before you can say, “it’s lightning.” My sweet, good night. Our love, which right now is like a flower bud in the summer air, may turn out to be a beautiful flower by the next time we meet. Euphoria & Romeo and Juliet (1996)
I chase sunsets like fireflies
trying to capture the streaks
of light, fleeting as they may
be. When I fail to make the sun
stay, I watch its yellow-hued
smile dip into the ocean, leaving
the sky streaked as it mourns
a deep purple in the absence
of light. The sun’s warmth
escapes my cheeks and
I wonder if my leaving is as beautiful and yet utterly heartbreaking as a sunset.
In the dusky hours, I become
a cemetery for relationships –
I dig graves and people throw
their pain in fistfuls. But even
in this graveyard shift, this timeless
midnight existence, these wee hours
of the dawn, the seeds are sown
and the grass begins to grow, softly
as the dew melts and the frost
fades. I hear you all, the thousands
of voices exclaiming their longing
to be loved, and I know I do not
work this graveyard shift alone.
I know we – all of our lonely little souls – are far less alone than we imagine.
(T. // waiting for the sun to rise)
If you’re here
And you’re here
Then who’s driving?
aaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHH