In almost every musical ever written, there’s a place, usually the third song in the evening, sometimes it’s the second, sometimes it’s the fourth, quite early, when the leading lady usually sits down on something … and sings about what she wants in life. And the audience falls in love with her, and then roots for her to get it for the rest of the night.
—Howard Ashman (rest in peace)
I’m cry8ing rn. how many of those people do you think were going to not get much or anything for christmas?
I’m fucking crying. This is why i love christmas
Because black people cant be anything other than slaves and hoodrats according to them.
We cant like science, photography and things. We can’t be complex individuals.
We can’t have our stories be seen as universal because Blackness is tainted by white supremacy.