English Lit. graduate (therefore reads too much or too little) and a dilettante of many sorts.Theatre, poetry and Alain Delon enthusiast. I also run a fanblog for the talented Gerónimo Rauch: http://lavozvinodelsur.tumblr.com

captainamericaisavirgin:

blackzephyrus:

captainamericaisavirgin:

feminism never made me hate men but the reaction to feminism sure as shit did

some men* you literally cannot hate people you’ve never met or even heard of.

oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OHH M Y GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHHHYM GOD OH MY GOD OH MY OD OOOOOH MY GOD oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD O H MY GO D OH MY GOD O H M Y GO D OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

"I feel like there’s an obsession with pace right now in theater, with things being very fast and very witty and very loud, and I think we’re all so freaked out about theater keeping audiences interested because everybody’s so freaked out about theater becoming irrelevant."
Annie Baker (via itchy-blankets)
Monday, September 15, 2014

Dani Diges as Valjean, wow. I mean, he has a gorgeous voice but I never saw that coming. he’s still Enjolras in my mind. he’ll always be I’m afraid.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

crumpetseeds:

youre-such-a-heavenly-view:

therothwoman:

helllabovee:

itsbr1ttanybitch:

EVERYTIME IT’S ON MY DASHBOARD I WATCH IT AND CRY BEST VIDEO

ITS BACK THANK YOU GOD

This video is a gift.

I want what she’s having.

it’s always better than i remember it

neighborhoodstagemanager:

I just love the feeling I get after I shower: nice and fresh and ready to destroy the patriarchy.

Sunday, August 31, 2014
"Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos…"
Julio Cortázar (via malka-malka)
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
"

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

"
there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)
 
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