The “my friends are sick but I have a performance this week” starter pack
me: *hands k my laptop*
k: *sees my paused episode* what is this, othello?
me: it’s fullmetal alchemist
not to be sappy on main but I used to read stuff that would describe characters being chased around by friends and go “nah, not accurate” and now I’m reading smth like that and going “oh yeah, just like when I stole a king size kitkat from k’s backpack and he chased me through literally the entire theater, including part of the stage while there was rehearsal going on”
we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains – we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!