Though she be but little, she is fierce.

Anonymous. Musicals. Fairytales. Aaron Tveit. Paris.
New York.

the fastest way to make me cry is to play me an audio of musical performers choking up while singing during their final performances

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last night i dreamt that i was at the barricade and the national guard stormed up all “WHO’S THERE” and enjolras did his sassy “FRENCH REVOLUTION” and just to lighten the mood i shouted “FRENCH REVOLUTION WHO?” and as grantaire high fived me, enjolras did this slow turn closed his eyes and whispered “you know what no fuck this i’m done” and he just fucking leFT THE WHOLE REVOLUTION

i fucked things up in dream france

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So, my point is, if you play basketball, you’re gonna end up on a cereal box. If you sing in musicals, you’re gonna end up in my mom’s refrigerator.

there was once a time we laughed at chad’s mom

now we are chad’s mom

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