I'm Anna, a panromantic pansexual androgynous (mostly female, other days genderless - but I use "she" pronouns for simplicity) sophomore in high school. I'm a Christian. My parents say I'm liberal; I merely say I'm a human rights activist.
I am in the following fandoms: Les Misérables, Fahrenheit 451 (does it even have one?), Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, and Les Misérables; Monty Python, Les Misérables, Ferris Bueler's Day Off, The President's Analyst, Disney movies, and Les Misérables; Les Misérables, next to normal, Catch Me If You Can, and Wicked; Sherlock (BBC's version), Dr. Who (despite not watching it...), Graceland, and Criminal Minds.
Finally, Aaron Tveit is my celebrity crush, Enjolras is my literary crush/favorite character ever, and OTP of all OTPs ever to exist is e/R. (George Blagden approves this message.)
I did not make the portrait, by the way. It is by AL-lamp on deviantArt... who actually is here on Tumblr as Aladdin Lamp. *If you don't want this here, I'll take it down, I promise.*
BTW, the hashtag as the blog's name? It's a thing from my school's play.

 

who died

our akita

evita

you make fun yet i'm the one attempting to do some good or do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop every night bohemia bohemia's a fallacy in your head this is calcutta bohemia is dead

dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes here she lies no one knew her worth the late great daughter of mother earth on these nights when we celebrate the birth in that little town of bethlehem we raise our glass you bet your ass to la vie boheme

la vie boheme

la vie boheme

la vie boheme

la vie boheme

to days of inspiration playing hooky making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad to loving tension no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretension not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad to riding your bike midday past the three piece suits to fruits to no absolutes to absolut to choice to the village voice to any passing fad to being an us for once instead of a them la vie boheme

la vie boheme

hey mister she's my sister

so that's five miso soup four seaweed salad three soy burger dinner two tofu dog platter and one pasta with meatless balls

ew

it tastes the same

if you close your eyes

and thirteen orders of fries is that it here

wine and beer

to hand crafted beers made in local breweries to yoga to yogurt to rice and beans and cheese to leather to dildos to curry vindaloo to huevos rancheros and maya angelou emotion devotion to causing a commotion creation vacation

mucho masturbation

compassion to fashion to passion when it's new

to sontag to sondheim

to anything taboo

ginsburg dylan cunningham and cage

lenny bruce

langston hughes

to the stage

to uta

to buddha

pablo neruda too

why dorothy and toto went over the rainbow to blow off auntie em

la vie boheme

sisters

we're close

brothers

bisexuals trisexuals homo sapiens carcinogens hallucinogens men

peewee herman

german wine turpentine gertrude stein antonioni bertolucci karosawa carmina burana

to apathy to entropy to empathy ecstasy

vaclav havel the sex pistols 8bc to no shame never playing the fame game

to marijuana

to sodomy it's between god and me to s and m

waiter waiter waiter

la vie boheme

waiter

in honor of the death of bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner maureen johnson just back from her spectacular one night engagement at the eleventh street lot will perform native american tribal chants backwards through her vocorder while accompanying herself on the electric cello which she ain't never studied

and mark cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days

and mimi marquez clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred and roger will attempt to write a bittersweet evocative song that doesn't remind us of musetta's waltz

angel dumott schunard will model the latest fall fashions from paris while accompanying herself on the ten gallon plastic pickle tub

and collins will recount his exploits as anarchist including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT retro-reality equipment to self destruct as it broadcasts the words

actual reality act up fight aids

excuse me did i do something wrong i get invited then ignored all night long

i've been trying i'm not lying no one's perfect i've got baggage

life's too short babe time is flying i'm looking for baggage that goes with mine

i should tell you

i've got baggage too

i should tell you

baggage

wine and beer

azt break

you

me you

mimi

to dance

no way to make a living masochism pain perfection muscle spasms chiropractors short careers eating disorders

film

adventure tedium no family boring locations dark rooms perfect faces egos money hollywood and sleaze

music

food of love emotion mathematics isolation rhythm power feeling harmony and heavy competition

anarchy

revolution justice screaming for solutions forcing changes wasting danger making noise and making pleas

to faggots lezzies dykes cross dressers too

to me

to me

to you and you and you you and you to people living with living with living with not dying from disease let he among us without sin be the first to condemn la vie boheme la vie boheme la vie boheme

anyone out of the mainstream

la vie boheme

is anyone in the mainstream

la vie boheme

anyone alive with a sex drive

la vie boheme

tear down the wall aren't we all the opposite of war isn't peace it's creation

woo

la vie boheme

viva la vie boheme

porcelain-horse-horselain:

betta-fish-and-loki:

assbutt-wizard-in-the-tardis:

I’m not even in this fandom, but hearing this made me feel so much better about life

I needed this today.

Picard and IRL Patrick Stewart both say some of the most beautiful, poignant, inspirational, and comforting things I’ve ever heard…

(Source: fandoms-are-my-one-true-love)

god-yes-sherlock:

a-creepy-wholockian:

shisno:

daughter-of-the-stars:

"You hit like a girl," the strong female character says

"Stop being such a girl," the strong female character says

"Man up," the strong female character says

"Shut the fuck up," I whisper

#stop using my gender as an insult

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ratpoet:

 when you say “nonbinary identities don’t exist BECAUSE SCIENCE”

all you’re telling me is that you don’t know what science is

science is a systematic attempt to describe the world. science does not define the world

if you were to go up to a scientist and say “there are things that exist in the word that science does has not yet adequately described, or described at all” 

the scientist would be like “yeah i know, that’s why i still have a job”

Yesterday, I bought cake mix to bake a cake for a party tonight.

Today, I realized it was brownie mix.  Whatever, it still was good.  My mom helped me make it, and the batter was absolutely delicious (but, knowing my luck, I’ll get salmonella from the one egg we had to add).  We popped that baby in the oven, and sat waiting for 40 minutes.

It was done, we thought.  But it wouldn’t come out of the pan.

Three hours later, it still wouldn’t.  We scraped around the edges, banged it against the counter, and half of it fell out, revealing that the edges were burned while the inside was raw.

Sigh.

You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.

(Source: acheloi-s)

http://embroideredcupcake.tumblr.com/post/92469712129/feministsirius-mcgonagall-pulling-sirius-into

feministsirius:

mcgonagall pulling sirius into her office after every outburst in fifth year before he moves out & gets disowned and refusing to punish him but instead offering him biscuits and talking him about quidditch

mcgonagall intercepting howlers so that they never reach him

revolutiontaire:

The real reason Sherlock didn’t want to go see Les Miserables with Mycroft is that he’s seen it before and he cries every time, especially at Gavroche’s death, and don’t even get him started on Empty Chairs at Empty Tables. Sherlock also mouths the words to the songs and knows how to play every one on the violin

sourcedumal:

starslicer:

tsamthepoet:

I hardly see any heroic posts about Muslims on here, so here you go.

It’s iron fist yall

Good fucking job dude.
#beattheshitouttarapists2k14

sourcedumal:

starslicer:

tsamthepoet:

I hardly see any heroic posts about Muslims on here, so here you go.

It’s iron fist yall

Good fucking job dude.

#beattheshitouttarapists2k14

http://cishits.tumblr.com/post/92461661898/keozeo-cishits-fist-me-with-mayo

keozeo:

cishits:

fist-me-with-mayo:

cishits:

Truscum are trying to claim Her Majesty for themselves?

Ew no thanks.

Sucks for you I guess

Why would it suck for us exactly? Lmao Laverne Cox blatantly rejects fundamental truscum beliefs soo

No she hasn’t. She has…