new york city on stage [listen here] - a mix for everyone who has been transported to the city by the power of musical theatre

"there’s a kid in the middle of nowhere who’s sitting there living for tony performances, singing and flipping along with the pippins, and wickeds, and kinkys, matildas, and mormons’s. so we might reassure that kid, and do something to spur that kid, ‘cause i promise you, all of us up here tonight — we were that kid.”
i. in the heights - in the heights | ii. two nobodies in new york - title of show | iii. n.y.c - annie | iv. a map of new york - if/then | v. lullaby of broadway - 42nd street | vi. brooklyn in the blood - brooklyn the musical | vii. only in new york - thoroughly modern millie | viii. there is life outside your apartment - avenue q | ix. west end avenue - the magic show | x. la vie boheme - rent


Karina Padilla | via Facebook sur We Heart It.
I would like to travel the world with you twice. Once, to see the world.
Twice, to see the way you see the world.

-(via underallthis)

(via ill-love-who-i-want)


I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.

(Source: riseafterfalling, via sierraboggessgalore)

When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying they will tell us that we make sense? She doesn’t always make sense but I swear to God, her imperfections are the things that I love about her the most. I don’t know when I will be married, I don’t know where I will be married, but I do know this: whenever I’m asked to describe my future wife, I do so as best as I can and every single time, she sounds a lot like you. Every single time, she sounds a lot like you.

-Rudy Francisco, “A Lot Like You” (via makelvenotwar)

(Source: llvnos, via ooben-coombrau)



I’m gonna reblog this every day till someone does it.

pls someone submit me one, I’ve had people do it before and it’s hella adorable xxx