absolutely enchanted with the glowing, grinning something that rushes over people at a good concert, a froth of wildling glee. how an audience leaves good theatre all friends suddenly, whispering oh my gosh did you see. how we giggle and hum the songs to each other, untuned karaoke. how after a bad movie our first instinct is to look at the person next to us and start deconstructing everything.
love every moment in an museum where you can whisper it's just so lovely! and hear a stranger say i know, i was just thinking the same thing! the swelling, pink-bright cheer that you get when you're in a car full of people loudly singing the song badly. the unchoregraphed dancing-jumping of your friends around your room at 2:30 in the morning.
how even after a somber symphony - you lock eyes with someone and they give you this little smile and nod like i know, this cut through me too. we go see a musical where the characters all die, and afterwards, in the bathroom, the women hand each other tissues, laughing self-consciously, saying i cried too! we go to see a musical where the characters all live and make fast friends with strangers, everyone stunned because how do they dance in those shoes?
there are ways that art is personal. that is unbelievably lovely. i will never really understand what something means to you, nor can you understand for me.
but it's cold out and i see her breath in the air as she bounces through her favorite lines, half-laughing, magic-tinged and happy.
oh, we are birds in our hearts! so beautiful - we love art so much, that love makes us so-quick into family.
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you KNOW the moment brennan saw that ice cream sword his nerd little brain was working overtime to come up with an acoc-styled weapon name
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