heartbreaking realization that in the musical. each main character has their individual song that explains their motivation for joining the quest. and each song has some sort of ensemble to support the lead singer. except for annabeth's. because annabeth is her own support system.
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In the melody of your voice, where love's sweet harmonies reside, our hearts are entwined in music, a love that will never subside. The rhythm of your heartbeat, a symphony so fine, as our love's sweet melody, becomes the only song that's divine.
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In this trying time (my favorite show will not be recognized tonight) I’d like to remind you of all the shows that were not nominated for anything this season:
Once Upon a One More Time
How to Dance in Ohio
Harmony (💔)
Heart of Rock and Roll
The Cottage
The Shark is Broken
I Need That
The Wiz
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day 6 of posting my favourite bears in trees lyrics:
i'll never feel whole but you're as close as i'll get
Starting Fires
I See Blue
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"So go ahead and break my heart again
Leave me wonderin' why the hell I ever let you in
Are you the definition of insanity ?
Or am I ?
Oh, it must be nice
To love someone who lets you break them twice"
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i had to write an ~artist's statement~ today to describe my identity/purpose as an artist and apparently i accidentally on purpose wrote a bomb-ass ~free verse~ poetic masterpiece in and of itself
My art is a lot like my mind - vast, far-reaching, and yes, unfocused. But not unfocused like a distracted kindergartener - unfocused like an impressionist painting, or the shimmering reflection of a lakeside town backlit by a summer sunset. My favorite things to see and hear and evoke in my work are things that are best viewed from afar: Thunderstorms that I chronicle with photographs of their development from start to finish - the lightning as it approaches, the shelf cloud rolling in, the way the cumulonimbus clouds blur into pale smudges as the rain begins, and then if I’m lucky, the rainbow and sun rays at the end of it all. The wonders of deep space captured in whimsical prose about my alien clone who lives 444 lightyears away in the Pleiades Cluster, or the Andromeda galaxy’s spiral arms reaching out in friendship. Whether I’m exploring the world through my musical, written, or visual arts, my ultimate goal is always the same: To bring my audience along with me to an exact place and time in the universe. Read my prose and envision the depth of deep space viewed from a frozen winter night in a small town on Earth. See my artwork and imagine the autumn landscape surrounding a pair of cedar waxwings. Wrap yourself up cozy and warm in my knitted blanket and know that it’s meant to keep you comfy in a log cabin on a chilly evening somewhere in Appalachia.
My art is - for myself and hopefully for my audience - a respite from the up-close, now-right-now, loud, concrete, grayness of everyday suburban and urban life in America. An oasis of dark skies with all their star clusters and nebulae, mountain ranges with their valleys and rivers, and the sounds of only those things that would still remain even if humankind and everything we created ever vanished from the universe.
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