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saying “can u not” to inanimate objects that are just following the laws of physics but in, like, inconvenient ways
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Lewis: okay I'm writing a story what shall I put in it? *spins wheel* ...Father Christmas... *throws dart* ...giving the children weapons... *pulls words from a hat* ...except the one who betrayed his family because of... *rolls a die* Turkish Delight
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sometimes i think about narnia and i vibrate out of my skin like...
you walk into a world you cannot understand, frozen and dying, and it is you who thaws it. you who kills the witch, you who breaks the stone table, you who slays the wolf. it is you who is crowned and it is you who wails for two worlds when the wardrobe doors shut behind you.
your skin never sits quite right and your teeth are too dull. there are wars in your bones and decades in your eyes before you can reach the telephone on the wall.
you are king. you are queen. they won't let you read the newspapers at breakfast.
it calls you back from beyond a train and from within paint. begs with bloody palms and salt-crusted cheeks. takes from you all that you can give - and sends you back.
you watch your sister fade.
you are a child twice and an adult once. and when you stand in your home again, with crushed bones and the smell of coal still in your nose, you watch them sneer at your sister.
your sister is the sun above you. she is, beautiful and stone-cast, alive in a world you could never stomach. she smiles, still, and stretches her skin over human bones.
she is no longer a friend of narnia. do you tell them it is her who has to bury you all and the stars that are falling from the skies in shards?
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The second I see someone edit Luke with his reprise of Good Kid from the musical it’s gonna be all over for me
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fuck i miss JATP. that show came at the perfect time and was exactly what I needed. it brought me so much joy. it reminded me of better times, and told me better times would come again. i laughed, i cried, i sang, i danced, i felt. i felt seen, too. i felt connected to something. I'm so incredibly grateful for that.
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"They're ghosts!"
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Hopping back on the sketch train with Reggie! Love this dork and all two brain cells that he has
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Rewatched ‘Julie and the Phantoms’ this week , it’s just as good the 88482838292th time through, can’t believe I’ve ever made art for it before but here ya go .- my tribute to Madison Reyes and her phantoms beautiful voices👻💖😘
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Happy Halloween from three friendly night creatures! 🐺🦇👻
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Watching Julie and the Phantoms hits different when your connection to music has grown exponentially since the last time you watched it
Every time Luke speaks I just wanna point at the screen and yell "HE GETS IT!!!"
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Rewatching JATP for the first time in a while
Observation
In the Orpheum, Sunset Curve introduces themselves in this order: Luke, Reggie, Alex, Bobby.
They do the same when they meet Julie. Luke, Reggie. Alex.
I wonder if that's why Luke was quiet for a brief moment, before he 'tadas'. Because he's waiting for Bobby to pipe in.
Maybe that's why he so awkwardly 'tadas'. Because he's never had to think about how to fill up the space that's never been empty before.
I know that later on Reggie says that he completely forgot about Bobby, but maybe Luke had been remembering him ever since the three of them came back.
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tumblrs cardinal sin is being tumblr
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“Let’s go steal a casino” Alex Walker your Elliot Spencer is showing
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bro shutup im making up scenarios in my head that will never happen
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depression sucks but it writes good songs
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not to sound like a medieval peasant or a catholic but i resent anti-carb propaganda so much like bread will never be evil it is holy it is divine it is one of life’s most simple yet decadent pleasures. love is stored in the bread
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