Dolly Parton must’ve felt like a literal genius (she was btw) when she came up with “pour myself a cup of ambition” that is such a good lyric like are you fucking kidding me
tomorrow is october remember to leave out milk and cookies for gothic women infatuated with the strange and unusual, feminine byronic men prone to hysterics, and creatures
“maybe she dreamed of a door opening, and elphaba coming back from the afterlife. to settle glinda’s consternation; to save her. or maybe this wasn’t a dream, just a foundational longing.”