"There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind."
"don’t call me beautiful
i don’t care
call me intelligent
tell me my laugh is contagious;
that i made you smile
tell me i have something to offer"
So I finally updated my theme and playlist after forever!
In music, people turn the mirror around and go, “Who are you? What is your statement?” And it’s such an unfair question, because you’re like, “I don’t know!” I’m trying to figure it out, just like you.
I Applied for an Internship with Beyoncé and This is What Happened…
I have what you call the “Destined for Fame” syndrome. It’s not the one where you laugh at your own joke and say, “I should be a stand-up comedian,” it’s the one where you solely believe it took you 9 months to come to this narcissistic Earth because God made you from the stars to become a star. And you won’t settle for anything else.
I’ve done it all: tap, ballet, jazz, ballroom, hip hop, voice, choir, solos, acting classes, school plays, lead roles, spoken words, poetry slams, intense diets, crazy auditions, the crazy boyfriends and girlfriends; 5 solid internships where every time I instagrammed an awesome work day, girls who thought I was weird in high school and I haven’t seen since then would like and comment it like “Oh, let’s do coffee and you should tell me all about it!”; writing all about my crazy anecdotes on this blog so that people would take what I do seriously. But people don’t really take me seriously because I’ve done everything I could except actually get my face on tv for more than 10 minutes (I was on MTV for 7.36, mind you!) and go to rehab. And as I’m less than a month away from graduating college and people are asking if I have a “back-up plan” aka have I thought of getting a “real job,” I don’t know how many more panic attacks and nightmares of me being in a cubicle I can handle.
So, I prayed for a sign. Please, God, give me some ounce of hope that I’m not just a one-hit, 7.36 minute wonder. And then I woke up on a beautiful, sunny San Francisco morning on April 1st to this:
Idina Menzel by Miller Mobley.
Favorite movies: Hairspray (2007)
"This is America, babe. You gotta think big to be big."
this picture should have more then the amounts of notes it has, this shows us that not ever thing is “picture perfect” and that behind that smile and those eyes there is fear . So i beg you to please reblog this instead of a pair of shoes, someone smoking a blunt, and clothes … because this picture is literally worth 1,000 words
This is insanely powerful.
As someone who grew up in an abusive household, I will never fucking fail to reblog this. People pull bullshit all the time over people getting abused. They make it to where it’s covered up, the victim’s fault, or they don’t care about it. This is happening RIGHT NOW and could be happening to your own neighbor, mother, sister, brother, grandparents, teachers, mail-deliverer. Anyone. IT is a nightmare.