April 2012
March 2012
- Melchior: It's as if the whole world is mesmerized by penis and vagina!
- Moritz: I am.
“Peace and joy be with them, harmony and wisdom”
—I believe - Spring Awakening (via iknowihaveaheartifeelitbreaking)
Spring Awakening LA's Melchior is my friend on facebook!
That’s how I felt… haha:)I’M DEAD!
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“spring and summer
every other day,
blue wind gets so sad
running through the thick corn
through the bales of hay
through the open books on the grass;
spring and summer” —Ilse: Spring Awakening (via alittleboyandhisbear)
every other day,
blue wind gets so sad
running through the thick corn
through the bales of hay
through the open books on the grass;
spring and summer” —Ilse: Spring Awakening (via alittleboyandhisbear)
“For the love of god, all I had to do was say yes! Ilse? Ilse! So what will I say? I’ll tell them all…..the angels. I got drunk in the snow! Then sang, and played pirates. Yes, I’ll tell them. I’m ready now. I’ll be an angel. Ten minutes ago, you could see the entire horizon. Now, only sparks. See, shooting stars. So dark. So dark. So dark. So dark. So dark.”
—Moritz’s monologue - Spring Awakening (via wh0re—m0ans)
It's the bitch of living and knowing this is it.
God, is this it? This can’t be it…
Oh God, what a bitch.
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He touched me, and I let him love me; So, let that be my story.
“Spring and summer
Every other day
Blue wind gets so sad
Blowing through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the open books on the grass
Spring and summer…” —Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind, Spring Awakening (via girlonthefireescape)
Every other day
Blue wind gets so sad
Blowing through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the open books on the grass
Spring and summer…” —Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind, Spring Awakening (via girlonthefireescape)
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The Guilty Ones
Vitamin String Quartet
Wendla or Isle.
tough question for me but Ilse. I think her storie’s a lot more deeper and would love to see more into it.
Ten minutes ago you could see the entire horizon and now, only the dusk... and the first few stars. So dark. So dark. So dark.
And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Who touch
And color the hours
Night won’t breathe
Oh how we
Fall into silence from the sky
And whisper some silver reply…
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