ZACHARY QUINTO *battle cry*
if you sing les mis music with me you can’t be all casual and sing like any other song. you must sing wITH THE FIERY PASSION OF THE REVOLUTIONARIES WHO WOULD DIE FOR THEIR COUNTRY WE ARE NO LONGER TEENAGERS WE ARE IN FUCKING FRANCE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES
am i 24601 or am i dancer
I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I’ve lost since my childhood has washed up. I tell myself, if that were true, and I waited long enough, then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field, and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy. He’d wave and maybe call. I don’t let the fantasy go beyond that. I can’t let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. What I’m not sure about is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
Chris Colfer + moose sightings
do you get it
“Ah, yes, my psychiatrist, Hax Murderer. He has been helping me profile this ax murderer.”