*me Eating Something That I Know Will Make My Tummy Hurt* I Don't Really Care If This Makes My Tummy

I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination

i realized was in the middle of a bad anxiety phase when earlier today i had to google the phrase "something came up" before sending a text. to make sure it was a real thing people say.

little miss awful body temperature regulation is taking his hoodie off again

has anyone ever had sex before

annabeth trying to dismantle a GOD's unbeatable machine because her fatal flaw is hubris and percy just knowing he was going to sit on the machine because his fatal flaw is loyalty THIS FUCKING WRITERS ROOM PLEASE SPARE ME

been thinking a lot about Hadestown and its messages this week. . .

If Hadestown has a moral, she says, then it’s “you have to try, you have to have hope, not because success is a given – it’s not. Orpheus fails. We heroicise” – here she breaks off to apologise that jet lag has led to her making up words – “we heroicise Orpheus not because he succeeds but because he tries, and that endeavour alone is worthwhile. How to live, and not merely survive, is to believe things could change.”

Anaïs Mitchell on her musical Hadestown: 'I worked on it so long I was afraid I'd never make another record'

gray hair has me feeling like barking for real. gnawing through steel. i could shatter several panes of glass with one hand and not even blink