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never trust a man with blue eyes and disheveled hair and an attitude too big for his body. notice the glint of silver on his finger, then run and don’t look back. he is not yours to take.

touch. do not feel. the gentle curve of his jaw, the sturdy frame of his shoulders, the hard edges of his hips. but when he smiles, you can’t help but feel, feel everything.

you cannot love, you were not meant to. you belong under the dim barlights kissing sweet, faceless men, whose names you can’t remember.

hate him. hate the way he touches you, runs his fingers through your hair, his gentle laughter and full lips, the way his whispers your name, over and over, against your skin.

he is cruel and yet you love him; he is charming and yet you hate him. he is a disaster waiting to happen, and you know it. don’t get too close, for he will burn you to ash.

remember, never love a maniac. see the way his proud jaw clenches, the way his eyes turn to steel, and plants his feet on the ground as if the whole world were his.

do you love him? no.

you see him again and he smiles at you. do not trust the blue eyes and the disheveled hair––– you smile back because he is beautiful and he is charming, and you do not yet know how cruel the world can be.

when you collapsed on that court, you thought: it was too good to be true; a man like me never deserved a happy ending.

watch, your eyes grow darker and your cheeks grow more hollow, the clothes hanging loosely on your frame. you ask: why me, of all men? but you know the answer, don’t you? this was your punishment for taking something that was not yours.

when the world crumbles, he kisses you on your chapped lips and he holds your broken pieces together. you kiss him desperately because you love him, the man with the blue eyes and the disheveled hair and the attitude too big for his body. you knew it: that you would both burn. but you were two galaxies colliding into one, temporary, and beautiful.

when you whisper: I love you. there are the words you never wanted to hear but you needed so badly to hear, on his lips: I love you, too.

you knew, loving him would destroy you. but still you say: i never wanted to love him, but i did. i am a selfish man; and what would I do if i had not loved you?

Love Can Tell a Million Stories (Whizzer POV) // Mizutamari (ao3)

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favorite music videos: if i had my time again (original broadway cast of groundhog day)

and i would add joy to other people’s lives and i would learn piano and i would make a lot of friends if i had my time again

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No One Else - Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812

Performed by 井上芳雄 (Yoshio Inoue) Piano by 大貫祐一郎 (Yuichiro Onuki)

Recorded for his radio show “井上芳雄 by MYSELF" on TBS Radio Aired on February 3rd, 2019

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such a GORGEOUS production, the entire cast was so good i was left breathless at the end TT

“How could words express your divine appeal? You can never guess all the love I feel. From now on, Lady, I insist for me no other girls exist. ’S wonderful! ’S marvelous! She should care for me!”

Shiki Theatre’s Production of “An American in Paris” in Japan

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YUI KOBAYASHI MY FAVORITE BEAN EV ER,

Yui Kobayashi as Henri Baurel in An American in Paris Japan

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i watched this production a few weeks ago !!!!!! it was so amazing T^T dai sakai, who plays jerry, is AMAZING. he's an incredible dancer, i was totally floored. i was in like the 7th row?? so i could see really well, too, and he's pretty hot as well shdhfhfhhf his jerry was so lovable i fell in Love

“I AM NOT A VISITOR IN MY OWN LIFE.”  -lise, an american in paris (Japan 2019)

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some of you never had an intense hyperfixation over a musical that you memorized every lyrics on the cast album, every dialogue on the libretto, and every tune, melody, and harmony in the soundtrack that you can recognize it in a millisecond and it shows

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If I say I love him You might think my words come cheap Let’s just say, I’m glad he’s mine Awake, asleep

[broadwayyhoe]

never trust a man with blue eyes and disheveled hair and an attitude too big for his body. notice the glint of silver on his finger, then run and don’t look back. he is not yours to take.

touch. do not feel. the gentle curve of his jaw, the sturdy frame of his shoulders, the hard edges of his hips. but when he smiles, you can’t help but feel, feel everything.

you cannot love, you were not meant to. you belong under the dim barlights kissing sweet, faceless men, whose names you can’t remember.

hate him. hate the way he touches you, runs his fingers through your hair, his gentle laughter and full lips, the way his whispers your name, over and over, against your skin.

he is cruel and yet you love him; he is charming and yet you hate him. he is a disaster waiting to happen, and you know it. don’t get too close, for he will burn you to ash.

remember, never love a maniac. see the way his proud jaw clenches, the way his eyes turn to steel, and plants his feet on the ground as if the whole world were his.

do you love him? no.

you see him again and he smiles at you. do not trust the blue eyes and the disheveled hair––– you smile back because he is beautiful and he is charming, and you do not yet know how cruel the world can be.

when you collapsed on that court, you thought: it was too good to be true; a man like me never deserved a happy ending.

watch, your eyes grow darker and your cheeks grow more hollow, the clothes hanging loosely on your frame. you ask: why me, of all men? but you know the answer, don’t you? this was your punishment for taking something that was not yours.

when the world crumbles, he kisses you on your chapped lips and he holds your broken pieces together. you kiss him desperately because you love him, the man with the blue eyes and the disheveled hair and the attitude too big for his body. you knew it: that you would both burn. but you were two galaxies colliding into one, temporary, and beautiful.

when you whisper: I love you. there are the words you never wanted to hear but you needed so badly to hear, on his lips: I love you, too.

you knew, loving him would destroy you. but still you say: i never wanted to love him, but i did. i am a selfish man; and what would I do if i had not loved you?

Love Can Tell a Million Stories (Whizzer POV) // Mizutamari (ao3)

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Max Von Essen as Marvin in Falsettos (1st National Tour)

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send me a musical and i’ll tell you

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“Love is blind, 

Love can tell a million stories”

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due to personal reasons, i will be singing a whole 2 hour musical by myself

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get to know me meme ★ [1/10] female characters ↳ my blurry lines, my messy life, come into focus and in time, maybe i can heal, and i can breathe, ‘cause i can feel myself believe everything changes!

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“Who said music has to cheer people up? –

                                                                                       – I say it!”

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The Cast of the Falsettos Tour in Rehearsal

Happy First Performance, 2019 Falsettos Tour!

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You snicker at the formality of my family. Perhaps you imagine their morality consists of nothing but posing.