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Who makes the flowers bloom again, in spite of a man? -You do! Who’s doing the best she can? Persephone, that’s who

Hello I know it’s 2 AM but inspiration waits for no one

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i say im fine then i remember this part of the original hadestown nytw production

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make me choose: anonymous asked orpheus and eurydice or hades and persephone

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i never thought things really die not in real life, in real life there’s no such thing as ghosts

“hero” — GHOST QUARTET; dave malloy

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But why? Was it all for this? Who are we that so much should converge on our little deaths?

Who are we?

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we live in an economy :(

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—Hadestown (2006)

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“Alright, alright, but here’s the thing, it ain’t easy walkin’, Jack. He said that you gotta walk in front and she has to walk in back. And if you turn to look for her to make sure that she’s coming too? Then she’ll be gone forever and ain’t nothing you can do. You’ll have to trust each other, you’ll have to have no doubt. So if you’ve got something to say to each other? Say it now.”

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damn javert really went “wtf? morality exists in shades of grey? i am going to kill myself because of this information” and then he did

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Friends of my youth, When shall we meet again? I’m going abroad

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and he fell in love with a beautiful lady…

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dreams are sweet until they’re not

men are kind until they aren’t

flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart 🌱

(a love letter to hadestown) @hadestownthemusical

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Theatre Challenge: A Writer Whose Lyrics Speak to Your Heart → Dave Malloy

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Ghost Quartet, Dave Malloy (2014)

You know, that moment right before you die is such a gift, because you get to choose what goes through your head—what your last song will be. I thought of someone I love very much, smiling in bed, clutching a teddy bear. And then…I let the train r i p through me.

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Way down under the ground

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She began to cry, and a greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love overflowed Pierre’s heart. He felt the tears begin to trickle, underneath his spectacles, and he hoped that no one would see.