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humansofnewyork:

“We fled Germany on November 9th, 1938. It was called the Crystal Night, because there were demonstrations against Jews all over Germany, and many windows were being broken. We were living on the outskirts of Hanover. When my father came home from work that night, he told us that the synagogue was on fire, and that firemen were standing in a ring around it to prevent the flames from spreading to other buildings. He said: ‘We’re getting out of here.’”

humansofnewyork:

“We fled Germany on November 9th, 1938. It was called the Crystal Night, because there were demonstrations against Jews all over Germany, and many windows were being broken. We were living on the outskirts of Hanover. When my father came home from work that night, he told us that the synagogue was on fire, and that firemen were standing in a ring around it to prevent the flames from spreading to other buildings. He said: ‘We’re getting out of here.’”

humansofnewyork:

“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”

humansofnewyork:

“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”

gothiccharmschool:

Yes, I will always reblog this collection of images. I adore it.

Random memories of my dad just kind of pop into my head. Like I just remembered one time I drove my mom and dad to their date night and then 100acresofsycamore and I went to youth group or something like that and listened to Underøath in my moms car.

wwhhiitt1d:

the-average-gatsby:

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bellusterra:

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bellusterra:

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total babe

beet-bowl:

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OH MY

being plus sized in theatre means:

-I will never have a chance as a leading lady in something other than Hairspray (and even the Hairsprays put on in my area have not cast plus sized actresses as Tracy)
-I will not get cast by some directors because of my size
-I may never get difficult choreography because, since I am larger, I surely can’t handle it
-I am consistently cast as a best friend or an older character because a) best friends aren’t leads and therefore appearance doesn’t matter and b) my size can be used to make me look older.
-I will get cast ironically because of my size (see: Ursula Merkle)
-I will get one costume and one costume only for a show because nobody wants to make/find a costume that fits me (disclaimer: a lot of shows don’t have costume changes, I know. but in roles where it has been appropriate for costume changes, I have been denied them because one costume was hard enough to come by)

theatre is difficult as a plus sized gal.


Grease (1978)

Grease (1978)