Pick any era in history, Agnes.
What is really beautiful about that era?
The way the rich lived?
The way the poor lived?
The dreams of the Left
are always beautiful.
The imagining of a better world
the damnation of the present one.
this luminescent anger,
are worthy of being called human.
These are the Beautiful
that an age produces.
As an artist I am struck to the heart
by these dreams. These visions.
We progress. But at great cost.
How can anyone stand to live
without understanding that much?
A Bright Room Called Day (via fuckyeahgreatplays)
I want every person in the universe to see a really great production of Bright Room. Maybe then the world would be a little bit nicer of a place.
Keep On Pushing - Episode 1
starring my favorite person ever in the striped hoodie. aka, the white guy.
see you on sunday, phx.
I’ve never posted something like this before, and I don’t know how big an impact me posting this will have in the long run. This is no “my animal was lit on fire, and needs medical -” ”my puppy was playing outside and ran into the street -” sob story. But Ilene is a wonderful friend of mine and her kitty’s got liver failure, and it makes me very sad.