Out There (From The Hunchback of Notre Dame) | Jeremy Jordan & The Essential Voices Choir
The Wizard & I: The Musical Journey of Stephen Schwartz at Carnegie Hall (4.12.13)
(Source: queeniewasablonde, via operaticlawlitics)
(Source: sandandglass, via 0sie-ray)
Go to prom? Haha no more like go to Proms bye *flies to England*
(Source: whes, via sweetcharade518)
what if instead of saying shut up we just yelled decrescendo at people
or you could just yell subito pianissimo at them
(Source: tundrapussy, via alicechalice)
#48 - Crushed, by Sara Shepard
“It’s springtime in suburban Rosewood, which means iced soy lattes, fresh manicures in shimmering pastels—and prom. But while everyone else is flipping through the racks at Saks in search of the perfect dress, Hanna, Spencer, Emily, and Aria are on a different kind of hunt: They’re looking for A… .
Hanna puts her campaign for prom queen on the back burner to volunteer at the burn clinic, where one of A’s victims is recovering. Emily digs into Ali’s past at the mental hospital with some very crazy consequences. Spencer contacts a private eye to help her stalk her stalker. But when their sessions get a little too private, they may forget to keep their eyes on A… . And Aria’s worried that A is even closer than she thought. When her dark secret from Iceland finally comes to light, she discovers that maybe, just maybe, the one person she’s been trying to hide the truth from has known all along.
The liars are finally taking the fight to A. But no matter what they do, A’s always one step ahead, ready to crush the girls completely.” - From GoodReads
Suggestions for what I should read next? Leave them in my inbox!
A friend of mine once said that a baritone’s job description basically consists of “bodice-ripping and tenor-killing.”
I’m comfortable with that.
”
What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?
For The Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl
(Source: sassysluteverforever, via operaticlawlitics)
(Source: musicproblems)
Patti LuPone sings “As If We Never Said Goodbye” on Broadway in 1995 when Sunset Boulevard was still playing.
(via somethingbypuccini)
