There is one night each year, when Melchior goes back to his small hometown. He lives far away now, in the big city. His parents and classmates wanted nothing to do with him after the incidents that took place all those years ago, back when he was just sixteen.
He gets there after dark, when the streets are silent. Melchior walks past his old school and the house he called home for sixteen years. Just seeing these places reminds him of everything that went wrong so quickly.
Finally, Melchior arrives at the church. He wastes no time there - he lost his faith twenty years ago and never found it again. Instead, he goes to the graveyard, behind. It is midnight. Even now, after all this time, he still has some mad hope that Wendla will stumble out from behind a tree when the clock strikes. That’s what he’d hoped for on that hideous night long ago, and that’s what he uselessly hoped for now.
She should be an adult now. The delicate flower in bloom that she was at fourteen should now be fully grown. But some people just like to rip up flowers.
He looks at their graves, the cold pieces of stone pressed firmly into the ground. Not for the first time, Melchior wonders how it came to be that the things he loved more than anything were trapped for eternity in the place he hated more than anything.
Now, as he reads their names carved into rock, comes the moment of realisation. They are both in the ground. They are not coming back.
He’s had wild moments when he’s wanted to dig them up. He’s had mad nights when he could have sworn he saw Moritz dance, was certain that he could see Wendla’s smile. But it never is them. It is nothing.
Melchior is there for a long time. At some point, Ilse will usually appear. She will stand next to him and they will stare at the tombs in silence for a long time. It’s the closest he ever gets to reverence.
After a while, her hand will find his. Hers is small and milky white, his is strong and firm. She looks at him for a moment, and as their eyes meet Melchior sees tears in hers, before finding tears in his own that he didn’t even know were there. Ilse squeezes his hand gently and manages a small smile. He grips back, holding onto this, his only lifeline, as hard as he can, because Melchior learned a long time ago that nothing is certain. And nothing lasts forever.
No words are needed for these two. Both grew accustomed to having nothing a long time ago.
Melchior always thinks he’s moved on from this tragedy. Always thinks he’s over it. But when he sees their names and the day they died staring him in the face as he stands in the cold cemetery, he finds an exception to his assumed absolute. Tragedy can last forever.
the reason I feel that the west only invaded iraq because of oil, rather than the abuse of human rights, is because there are some absolutely sick, terrible things happening to people in syria right now, and the west is not rushing to invade them
some people wanted this rebloggable :3
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i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud of you even if all you did today was exist. i am proud of you for existing.
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Moment of silence for the playbills that get left on the floor of the theaters.
BREAKING: Brazil’s National Council of Justice just ruled that ALL couples have the right to marry.
It’s a beautiful day for Brazil - no one should have to face discrimination because of who they are or who they love. SHARE to spread the word.
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we have to choose a scene from any play to bring to english tomorrow and I was just like SPRING AWAKENING YISSSSS PLEASEEEE
just realised that brian kinney is basically the gay version of don draper
It begins with me rolling my eyes and sighing and it ends with the straight person bored and unchanged in their attitudes.
I’ll try and explain why. Straight people had their turn to use the words for decades…and it’s still their turn right now because I hear these words all the time.
They had their turn when they wrote religious doctrine that would be misinterpreted and used as reason to hate and oppress and murder us for thousands of years.
They had their turn while we were dying in the concentration camps, and then imprisoned for a further thirty years after the war ended.
They had their turn while we were arrested for holding hands with who we loved.
They had their turn when they assassinated Harvey Milk and gave the murderer just 5 years in prison.
They had their turn when they lynched us.
They had their turn when they banned gay literature, burned gay art and locked the creators up in mental asylums.
They had their turn when they forbade us from serving openly in the armed forces.
They had their turn when they wrote homosexuality on the mental health register.
They get their turn when they separate our families.
They get their turn when they are allowed to wear shirts, hold signs and scream bigotry.
They get their turn when 21% of suicides are lgb people, and 44% are trans people.
They get their turn when they can walk through schools, workplaces, stores and streets without fear of being harassed, assaulted or killed for being who they are
They get their turn when they put our rights in the hands of themselves, they who have all their rights, always have and always will.
They get their turn when they target our community with more ballot initiatives than any other group.
They get their turn when they compare our relationships with beastiality and paedophilia.
They get their turn when they force us to create our own churches because they threw us out of theirs.
They get their turn when they make it easier to marry a horse than it is to marry someone of the same sex.
They get their turn when they refuse to let us love who we love, yet they will happily eat pork, shellfish, cut their beards and wear polycotton blends.
They get their turn when they freely insist that our desire for equality is a bigger problem than recession, obesity, healthcare, poverty and earthquakes.
They get their turn when they send us to corrective therapy so we can pray the gay away.
They get their turn when they pass legislature to allow homophobic bullying in schools.
They get their turn when they administer corrective rape.
They get their turn when they lock us up in mental institutions and force us to undergo electro shock therapy.
They get their turn when they object to any display of gay affection in movies or television shows.
They get their turn when they deny us the right to marry the person we love.
They get their turn when they tell us that we are sick.
They get their turn when they tell us that we are wrong.
They get their turn when they tell us that we are less than human.
They get their turn when they use the f-word and the d-word and are seldom reprimanded for doing so in the same way that they would be reprimanded for the n-word, the c-word, the p-word, the k-word, etc etc.
They get their turn every single day. They’ve had their turn every single day for thousands of years. They will continue to have their turn every single day for a long time.
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message me 5 musicals and i’ll arrange them in order of preference ok go