omg this reminds me of the most adorable time when my friend had leaked in art class and she was tearing up a bit and this guy who’s usually quiet but is judged as a jerk because his friends tend to be jerks gets up and throws red paint on the side of her shorts and on his own shorts and throws a couple of other colors in too and starts a mini paint war and other people joined in and i nearly cried because of how cute it was
R u fckn kddng may. The veiny bits i sweaaaaar.
“They were just instantly brilliant … They were not the typical women who get steamrolled by men. [They] were no shrinking violets. They were bold and ballsy and fearless.”
The repetition of going through trauma every night onstage is a killer. Your body doesn’t know it’s not real, even if your mind does. So your body is in a lot of pain, and your heart is in a lot of pain, but it’s worth it. I will always think about that theater experience, and it will be very close to me.