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....tumblr let me delete john but literally won’t let me get rid of this blog
im pretty sure its bc of that shitty as fuck yahoo set up
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and now to delete this one. again, if you want my skype/messengers
uh ask for them within 2 minutes tbh rofl
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Like for a random starter (please however, tell me which muse you’d like?) or message me to plot. <3
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UnfinishedxSymphony
Semi-Selective Multi
Musically and Historically Based
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The World Was Wide Enough Monologues, with other songs from the show mixed in (song order under the cut)
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#Running to the grocery store and then I'll be here & on Laurens for the rest of the night.#I work every day this week. :(
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Helpless
It was never meant to last this long. At fifteen, when the relationship was fresh, she told herself that she’d get out of it while she was young. The clock however, had other plans, continuously turning until days turned to weeks, and weeks to years. The rosy cheeks of innocence had been replaced by battered flesh and in what seemed like a short period, she’d gained a child of her own.
It was him who had left her, and in times of quiet contemplation, she found a sort of twisted humor in that fact. If only she’d been strong enough – as James himself had said in his shrieks of farewell. Who would want her now, the spit out, broken exoskeleton of what was once an honorable young woman?
No one.
Rachel, a staffer whom worked within the office of one Alexander Hamilton, was grateful for his absence, their conversations often consisting of hushed, urging tones. Get out. You can live with me, just get out. As if it were that easy. On her own, Maria hadn’t a dime, unemployed from the day she’d dropped out of high school. She had a child to care for, and James was always prideful in being their provider. At one time, she’d have thought that chivalrous. Now, helpless.
The sun had long since left the sky when the two women wrapped up their dinner, Chinese takeaway from the building across the street. It had become something of a weekly routine when Rachel was working late nights, after which her friend would drive home and she, living on the opposite end of the city, took a late subway ride. That’s what usually happened, anyway.
“You can go ahead,” Maria told her, “I’m just going to use the washroom.”
And she had, if only for use of the mirror. Soft blonde curls, like the workings of her mind, were frazzled, remedied in part by the tap water she’d let wash over her hands and work through mostly disheveled hair. She pushed her sleeves up, where bruises had maintained their hue, and then, as a look of determination made its way across her features, Maria tugged her shirt downward. Now or never.
The walk down the hallway was much longer than she’d previously remembered, and for some time, she merely stood a few feet from the office door. The light was still on, and with a heavy breath, she took the tapping of computer keys as invitation.
Fist raised, Maria knocked, allowing no time between that and her entry into the room. For the most part, she looked calm, fighting off the tinge of worry that no doubt showed through bright blue eyes. It was with silence that she allowed him to take in exactly what she wanted him to see. The bruises, her cleavage, were all a part in securing her freedom.
“Hey,” Maria said, her tone not as self-assured as she would have liked it to be, “long night?”
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An even earlier version of Say No To This which includes Angelica and Eliza singing part of Helpless and Satisfied.
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unrequited love starters
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IN LOVE
“I love you. I’m sorry.”
“I know you don’t feel the same way.”
“I don’t want to be friends.”
“Why can’t you just give me a chance?!”
“How could you pick him/her/them over me?”
“Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
“Just one date. Coffee? Please?”
“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
“Friendzoned again.”
“I want you to be happy, with or without me.”
“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
“I’m a nice person! Why can’t I get dates?”
“I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.”
“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
“I was there for you when no one else was!”
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
“Can’t we just give us another chance?”
“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want. I just thought you should know.”
“I don’t love him/her/them. I love you.”
“God, please don’t tell my wife/husband/spouse about this.”
“Can I have just one kiss?”
“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
“I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
NOT
“I’m sorry, I just don’t see you that way.”
“I don’t owe you anything!”
“We can be friends instead.”
“I don’t feel as strongly for you as you do for me.”
“If you bring up the friendzone, this conversation is over.”
“I love you, just not in that way.”
“Thanks so much for understanding.”
“You’ll find somebody else.”
“I hope we’ll still be friends after this.”
“No means no, so stop asking!”
“I thought you were my friend.”
“This isn’t a debate. I said no.”
“I don’t think we’d be compatible.”
“Look at this realistically – can you honestly see any scenario where we’d date and not kill each other?”
“You’re only saying that because you’re freaking out.”
“I have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner.”
“What?!”
“What are you talking about? You’re married!”
“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
“You’re more like a sibling, to be honest.”
“I’m flattered, I just don’t…”
“Wow. I mean – wow. Sorry, I’m just – just really shocked, is all.”
“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
“We agreed this was just physical!”
“There’s a reason we didn’t work out the first time.”
“I’m sorry, but… no.”
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You’re never gonna love me, so what’s the use?
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“In the moment of our separation, upon the road as I travelled, and every hour since, I have felt all that love, respect and attachment for you with which length of years, close connexion and your merits have inspired me. I often asked myself, as our carriages separated, whether that was the last sight I should have of you? And though I wished to say no, my fears answered yes.”
— George Washington, The Life of Gilbert Motier de Lafayette
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