A Brief Rundown Of The IRL Ithaca Saga (to The Best Of My Memory, In Probably Not Chronological Order)

there's something so endlessly poetic about eva noblezada and reeve carney's relationship.

they met & fell in love while performing the central romantic characters of a retelling of a 2000+ year old tragic myth, in which the central theme of the show is how people have been retelling this story over and over again for all of those 2000+ years, every time hoping that it will 'turn out this time', only to be devestated by the inevitably tragic ending. a retelling that begs people to hope, to believe that this time, orpheus will get to take eurydice with him.

"who are you?" "the man who's gonna marry you."

"lover, tell me, when we're wed..."

on reeve's final show, they recreated the end of the show, allowing orpheus to take his eurydice up the stairs and out of 'hadestown', hand in hand with her - an ending that the mythological orpheus & eurydice never got to see.

and then they got engaged, on a bridge overlooking the theatre where they first performed together, while returning to their characters together for the first time in a year and a half.

they are the orpheus and eurydice who made it out. they are what the show begs us to believe in.

anais mitchell, you prophetess.

Reblogging for good fortune kitty

That feeling when you go shopping and and have to pass up so many pretty clothes because you know they wouldn't look good on you 😞

Why did no one warn me that making sourdough is so complicated?!

Every recipe and website says something different, and there's somewhere between 5 and 37 steps and it's so time consuming JUST FOR ONE LOAF

I just wanted to make bread

Send help T-T

Me and some coworkers one day, talking about getting maimed and amputated on the job: hey you know that scene in Pirates of the Caribbean when Barbosa detaches his prosthetic leg to drink out of

Us: haha that would be cool, we could have a peg leg like that too!

One of the guys: wait, keg leg!

Everyone: OMG KEG LEG

like the return of the r slur and horrible fatphobia and gay jokes and the misogyny oh my fucking god can we talk about the misogyny. we have culturally regressed to the eary 2010s but when you try to call people out they’re liek ohhh it’s just a joke 😂. i’m sorry but i don’t want to hear jokes about pedophilia or about rape or about racism that is not funny and it never will be. everything is ironic and if you get offended it’s cuz you’re a crazy femnazi who cares too much. because it’s apparently uncool to take anything serious or do anything with actual sincerity anymore

I don't understand

In my head, I want to call everyone "babe" and "dear" and "love" and I want to be so kind

But whenever I speak it's just sass and sarcasm

If I am thinking about literally anything, but get distracted or sidetracked and forget the Thought, I am completely incapable of moving on or doing anything until I Find the Thought

I don't know why. It's like there's a little thorn in my brain, because I Know I wasn't able to finish the Thought, so the mind thorn will not cease to pester me

It grows larger with each passing moment until I am able to Recall the Thought by backtracking everything I was thinking

I am a slave to the Mind Thorn

Literally every day