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the fact that 20-year-old lin-manuel miranda once broke down crying in a back specialist’s office due to stress is honestly one of the most inspiring things i’ve ever heard

that, and the fact that  he wrote his upenn commencement speech the night before

I literally WEPT when he shared this. It was so honest and I so related. I hope @linmanuel knows what his speech meant to me and so many.

“I spend the summer in therapy” hit. me. so. deep. i mean, you know it’s good and brave and sensible and just a normal, positive part of life. but the world doesn’t really know that, and part of you internalizes the stigma, the “you shouldn’t need this,“ the fear of “admitting” it. the same part that shares our endemic fear of having and showing feelings. so. when i heard him just say all these things on that high-fucking-profile stage it felt amazing. i instantly felt more competent and understood and more a worthy part of things and i don’t agree with grading but hey A+++ good commencement speech Mr. Miranda

So. Much. This. I still can’t articulate everything he said that made me feel normal. I hope he knows how much everything he said meant to so many people. @linmanuel is a gift.

Exactly!!!! this post got a lot more popular than i had expected (probably thanks to @purelintrash tbh) so i feel the need to elaborate, esp since most of the people seeing this post didn’t see my original tags

the thing is that lmm is so inspiring to me because he is both the person i want to be AND a lot like i actually am, sometimes in ways that i often feel like keep me from being the person i want to be, if that makes any sense

like, sometimes i feel like i’ll never be successful/important/what have you because i procrastinate, because i have anxiety, because i’m An Emotional Mess, etc., but!!! lin-manuel miranda exists!!! and is amazing and talented and successful and called a genius!!!! but he also burst into tears in a back doctor’s office once and went to therapy and wrote an entire commencement speech the night before he gave it!!!! that means there’s hope for me!!!! (similar to how broadway stars who can’t dance/didn’t learn how to dance until after college gives me hope as a shitty dancer with Broadway Dreams™) 

basically, the fact the lmm exists lets me know that being the kind of kid who does their entire research paper (which they had the entire semester to work) the night before it’s due (i was actually doing this WHILE lmm was writing his commencement speech) or the kind of kid who maybe occasionally breaks down sobbing in a high school bathroom stall (guilty) is not an inherently bad thing and does not preclude success or becoming a happy, functional adult. which just. makes me really happy.

oh my god it got so much better
thank you

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I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown?  I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.

BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.

Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone.  My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever).  Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown?  is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people?  Because that’s my explanation.

I’m trying not to think about the upcoming trainwreck now that we just finished Say No to This, SO.  It occurs to me that, in Hamilton, basically every female character who appears except Peggy (who…doesn’t really appear) is in love with Alexander Hamilton.  AND YET.  They still pass the Bechdel test with the very first appearance of the Schuyler sisters.  

BURN.

OW OW OW OW.

Well, we just started Blow Us All Away.

It’s been my pleasure to know y’all; I like red flowers, especially roses, so bring those to the funeral.

It’s Quiet Uptown.  

In case you were curious.

You have not known guilt until you make your parents cry with a musical you talked them into watching.

YOUR OBEDIENT SERVANT.

First off, I love how passive aggressive this song is, I PASSIONATELY love this song.

But now we’re starting Best of Wives and Best of Women and all bets are right the fuck off.

The

World

Was

Wide

Enough

Okay I’m gonna get the fuck off your dash in just one second but:

All Hamilton wants, through the entirety of his life, is to be remembered.  After his death, Eliza does years of work to try to get him remembered.  And yet he wasn’t.  He vanished.  Until recently I couldn’t say word one about Hamilton other than, A, he was on the ten, and, B, he was George Washington’s Secretary of the Treasury.  If pressed, I might have been able to remember something about him having had an affair.  Out of everything that could have happened to him, that is doubtless the worst, in his opinion.  It is, indubitably, a tragedy.

But.  Having said that.  We remember him now.  Someone cared enough to go and dredge up Hamilton’s history and give it to us and say “Look, look, this is someone worth remembering, this is someone who should be in our history, in our culture, in our memory.”

And you know what, fuck me, that’s beautiful.  I love humanity.

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