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i’m shifting eliza over to my multimuse blog, @stagesung ! 

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i’m shifting eliza over to my multimuse blog, @stagesung ! 

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i’m shifting eliza over to my multimuse blog, @stagesung ! 

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i’m shifting eliza over to my multimuse blog, @stagesung ! 

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natasha, pierre, & the great comet of 1812 lyrics sentence starters.

act 1  //  act 2.

❝  there’s a war going on out there somewhere.  ❞

❝  ____ isn’t here.  ❞

❝  this is all in your program, you are at the opera.  ❞

❝  chandeliers and caviar; the war can’t touch us here.  ❞

❝  it’s dawned on me suddenly and for no obvious reason that i can’t go on living as i am.  ❞

❝  i used to be better.  ❞

❝  i drink too much.  ❞

❝  i never thought that i’d end up like this. i used to be better.  ❞

❝  and the women, they all pity me, ‘cuz i’m married but not in love.  ❞

❝  you empty and stupid contented fellows, satisfied with your place! i’m different from you, i’m different from you, i still want to do something!  ❞

❝  or do you struggle too? i pity you, i pity me, i pity you.  ❞

❝  how beautiful you looked in the snow.  ❞

❝  i love you, trust no one but you.  ❞

❝  he’ll be the family’s saving grace.  ❞

❝  but it’s not nice to enter a family against a father’s will. one wants to do it peacefully and lovingly.  ❞

❝  i’ve aged, i’ve aged so very much.  ❞

❝  all my friends are dead.  ❞

❝  time is moving, it’s now or never! my fate is slipping past me.  ❞

❝  i’ve abandoned the hope of getting married.  ❞

❝  it’s my money and i’ll throw it where i want.  ❞

❝  i disgust myself.  ❞

❝  i know they’ll like me — they can’t help but like me — everyone has always liked me! there is no reason for them not to like me.  ❞

❝  from the first glance i do not like ____.  ❞

❝  i am not afraid of anyone!  ❞

❝  is that the truth? i think it is not convenient to speak of that now.  ❞

❝  what have i said, what have i done?  ❞

❝  first time i heard your voice, moonlight burst into the room — and i saw your eyes, and i saw your smile, and the world opened wide.  ❞

❝  you are so good for me.  ❞

❝  i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you!  ❞

❝  i’ll never be this happy again.  ❞

❝  we’ve done this all before — we were angels once, don’t you remember? joy and life inside our souls, and nobody knows, just you and me. it’s our secret.  ❞

❝  i’ve never felt like this before.  ❞

❝  they’re looking at me, they’re talking about me — they all like me so much.  ❞

❝  so beautiful, what a charming young girl! so enchanting.  ❞

❝  there’s a woman one should stay far away from.  ❞

❝  oh, i’d tickle you all if i could!  ❞

❝  he moved with a swagger which would have been ridiculous had he not been so good - looking.  ❞

❝  no one else is here, no one else can see us.  ❞

❝  smile at me, gaze straight into my eyes.  ❞

❝  everything is dark, obscure, and terrible!  ❞

❝  drink with me, my love, for there’s fire in the sky, and there’s ice on the ground; either way, my soul will die.  ❞

❝  keep drinking, old man. drink the whole night through.  ❞

❝  all i care for is gaiety and women and there’s no dishonor in that!  ❞

❝  god, to think i married a man like you.  ❞

❝  here’s to the health of married women and their lovers!  ❞

❝  how dare you touch her?  ❞

❝  you can’t love her!  ❞

❝  oh, a duel! yes, this is what i like,  ❞

❝  just show me where to go and tell me when to shoot.  ❞

❝  you are a fool.  ❞

❝  he will never come, or something will happen to me before he does.  ❞

❝  i suffer more now than before.  ❞

❝  am i guilty?  ❞

❝  oh, how she blushes, my pretty!  ❞

❝  you are such a lovely thing, oh where have you been?  ❞

❝  a woman with a dress is a frightening and powerful thing.  ❞

❝  i am seized by feelings of vanity and fear, there is no barrier between us.  ❞

❝  i don’t know good from bad. i’m so frightened.  ❞

❝  you are enchanting.  ❞

❝  don’t say such things. i am betrothed, i love another.  ❞

❝  don’t speak to me of that when i tell you that i am madly, madly in love with you!  ❞

❝  is it possible that i should never see you again?  ❞

❝  but i love you — of that there is no doubt. how else could all this have happened? how else could we have kissed?  ❞

❝  i will love you, ____. i’ll do anything for you.  ❞

❝  i’ll do anything for you.  ❞

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@soulreached​ > alexander hamilton. 

“y’know, if you ever need any help in french– like, a tutor or anything,” alex does his best to keep his hand steady as hescrawls down his number and slides the paper in front of her. “je le parle assez bien. fluently, actually.” he’s quick to draw his hands back to himself, fingers folding together, “and if– if you don’t need a tutor, you have my number, anyways.”  

with the best of efforts, a smile is hard to deter. is the sudden mirth drawn from amusement or embarrassment? either way, she was now intrigued by what he had to say. the french probably helped him get her attention,  “ anyways? and what do you think i’d use your number to do? sortir à une date?   ”

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 " oh,  Alexander !  my Alexander ... “ ( note : my ! ) she was his, he was hers. death would not stop this, death would not destroy years and years of frustration and absence and devotion and tenderness. if anything it evoked a hunger in her, a hunger that gorged itself on his reminiscence.   ( deep breath ... know what you are getting yourself into !  for his name still lingered on her lips. they clung there just as eliza clung to his legacy.  )    “ ...  tell me, what is it you wish to know about him? ”     // @flamedreamt,  x.

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Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton: December 14, 1780 - July 12, 1804

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it”

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Reblog if your muse is made of SUNSHINE and PURE GOODNESS™

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Born on August 9, 1757, Elizabeth Schuyler – whom Hamilton called either Eliza or Betsey – remains invisible in most biographies of her husband and was certainly the most self-effacing “founding mother,” doing everything in her power to focus the spotlight exclusively on her husband. Her absence from the pantheon of early American figures is unfortunate, since she was a woman of sterling character. Beneath an animated, engaging façade, she was loyal, generous, compassionate, strong willed, funny, and courageous. Short and pretty, she was utterly devoid of conceit and was to prove an ideal companion for Hamilton, lending a strong home foundation to his turbulent life.

[Ron Chernow, Alexander Hamilton, p. 130]

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musical theatre meme → [1/10] female characters → elizabeth schuyler hamilton Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now!