Why does everyone in my family talk so loud? Like I am trying to watch tv. Shut up.
Wicked is structured like a queer 1950s Rodgers and Hammerstein musical. It follows many narratological and musical conventions of the “golden age musical” but places two women as the central couple. Like the heterosexual couples of mid-twentieth-century musicals, Glinda and Elphaba begin as enemies and competitors, as opposites in voice and temperament. Constructed as a butch- femme couple, they eventually merge vocally through the show’s numerous duets. By the end, they express their love for one another and promise eternal commitment in “For Good,” as they sing, “Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.” In this duet, they cross voice parts: Glinda sings alto, Elphaba sings soprano, and they finish the song together on middle C. Wicked’s very project is double divadom.
I fucking quit.
I’m done being that nice person all the time. I’m tired of not being able to tell anyone about what I’m feeling because everyone else just makes it about them. I’m done being walked over. I’m done. Fuck this. Everyone calls me Sassy, so that’s what I’m gonna be.
An average day in my house.
- Me: Are you gonna be doing anything online for the next hour or so? There's something I wanna watch.
- Brother: No, I'm just watching football.
- Me: Cool.
- Me: *goes to watch episode of Sleepy Hollow*
- Video: *Loading very very slowly*
- Me: *goes downstairs while it buffers
- Brother: *On couch, tablet in hand, clearly interneting*
- Me: Fuck this shit I'm done.
- Mom: *gets involved because that's what she does*
- Everyone in the house: *PISSED OFF AT EVERYONE*
im pretty sure somebody hid the final paragraph of my essay on a shelf i cant reach, but i dont want to jump to conclusions
IS THIS REAL.
LETS ALL APPRECIATE FOR A MOMENT THAT THE UNIVERSE EVOLVED JUST RIGHT TO MAKE THIS PUN POSSIBLE
To Be Perfectly Honest
I hate Thanksgiving. I don’t want to go spend hours with family members whose presence I don’t particularly enjoy, have to listen to obnoxious amounts of sporting events that I don’t care about in the background, and feel like a five year old because I’m the youngest one and they insist one treating me that way.
I’d rather be in school.
you're hot... like HOT hot... like I want to make out and cuddle and maybe do more with you hot. Just wanted you to know that.
Sweetheart, I changed this a while ago. But then again, thanks to all of the Vortex things, I wasn’t on Tumblr that often, so I can understand the confusion. But hi, this is me.