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Happy Chrimmus

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It’s Chrismin

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Merry Crisis

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Merry Chrysler

demasc

emotionally im doing the laminated paper wobbling sound

plantconstellations

i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk

s4wdust

One of my professors is an extremely famous, well-known painter who has been in galleries since he was a young man in the 80s. He once asked me in class, “Alyssa, what are your dreams and aspirations for the future?”

You should have seen the puzzled look on his face when I described something similar to the post above.

“Why so humble?!” He laughed. “You know you’re talented, right? You could aspire to a lot more than that for sure.”

And I had to take that moment to explain to him that this is what my generation is given, this is how low our standards for happiness have to be. A humble existence, a small piece of the world for ourselves, and comfortable stability are just as out of reach for some of us as fame and reknown was for him in the 80’s. His face went somber immediately.

sabotabby

Millennials are killing the dream industry.

theconfusifying

Hear me out here:

A television show done in the style of The Office or Parks and Recreation, except it takes place backstage in a touring company of a failing Broadway musical.

westcoastvvitch

We never find out what the musical is ever about. We just get shown bits and pieces of dialogue, songs, and choreography throughout the episodes. But every new piece of the musical that’s revealed only adds to the mystery… it’s just a confusing hodgepodge of genres and seemingly unrelated side plots and characters.

jeremyjordanismyjam

And AND a bewildering number of Broadway greats are in the show but we only see them or hear them in passing or in the background. Just enough to make us go “Hey, was that…?” and we never see the same person more than once.

tiger-in-the-flightdeck

There has to be a running gag of someone ALMOST saying the name of the production, but being interrupted by Steve The Sound Guy for increasingly ridiculous reasons. Near the end of the first season, the reason is that Hugh Jackman is on fire.
“Yeah, he’s a really great dancer, isn’t he?”
“No, I mean he is literally on fire. He leaned on one of the candles, and no one can find the fire extinguisher”

ironspiderson

Hot take but sign language should be taught in schools as a language option and all cinemas should provide subtitles on all their movie screenings

inthemoodtolove

You know when people say “I watched this movie because you talked about it” or “I’ve been listening to this artist because I know you like it”, tenderness