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  • fangirllife98
    21.09.2021 - 15 minutes ago

    welp my first audition in 2yrs is tomorrow and I’m bricking it 🙃

    #an actor’s life #will I be able to remember my monologue? #we do not know #I’m more worried about the fact I’ll forget how to speak English #what if I randomly deliver it in Italian??? #oh god the fears are coming
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  • neketakas
    21.09.2021 - 38 minutes ago

    uni doesn’t even start again until next month and i already want to cry lmao

    #monologues #my courses are all over the place #one of my lecturers doesnt answer my emails #i have to plan my schedule for my workplace #NOTHING is working out lately urgh
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  • mallushaayara
    21.09.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

    - Stephen Chbosky

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  • unn3cessary-n3c
    21.09.2021 - 3 hours ago

    I've noticed rain just

    Doesn't hit the same in the city

    In a small town you can hear the trees blow outside, the wind, the pitter patter as rain droplets hit your window. It was pleasant, it was nice.

    You could take photos in the middle of main street after the night shift, you could go to your back patio and listen, smell, experience the rain. Hell, if you wanted to get soaked you could've gone to your driveway and just stood in the rain. Rain was bringing pets inside soaked and having to fetch a towel from the dirty laundry to dry them off because they got caught in the rain.

    In the city you just hear the interstate. The humming of the building. You're loud neighbors thumping around above you. The rain doesn't hit the glass of your window-- instead it taps on the outside of the AC unit that can't decide if your room should be the tundra or Sahara desert. There's no trees to be tossed around. None big enough, or close enough, to make noise. Instead the wind whistles through the broken air conditioner that's nearly falling apart. It howls as it passes the units on the roof just outside your window.

    The thunder even sounds different. What used to be a terrifying, thunderous roar that sprung tears to your eyes and forced you to cover your ears, now sounds no different than a semi pushing a little too harshly on the breaks on the interstate. The lightning is barely visible due to the artificial lights of street lamps and office buildings. It used to be blinding, now it's just another flashing light outside your shades.

    The lights that drown the once mighty lightning make the rain dance. The skyline is beautiful with a rainy haze and misty fog. The air is more crisp, a perk of the surrounding geography.

    But it never compares to the old feeling of seeing rain after months if dry. It's no longer terrifying to experience, expecting this storm to be the one to tear your town apart.

    Now, it's a quick glance outside and a sigh as you hope the drivers decide to go 40, instead of 60 on the damn interstate. Now it's just more noise.

    #rant #i guess? #idk i just wanted to monologue about one thing that's saddened me since i moved #i love the rain #and im sad that when it rains at night naw all i hear is a loudass fridge and the stupid interstate outside #ahhhhh #i miss the sound of trees #i actually *want* to touch grass lmao
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  • temeraire
    21.09.2021 - 4 hours ago

    "love is patient love is kind" love is actually when your friend takes pictures of moss to send to you

    #mushrooms too #i love frank so much #monologues
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  • ilostmyfuck
    21.09.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Wrath, still seething from work: I'm going to fucking isekai you.

    Sloth: I see you've been hanging out with the weeb.

    #internal monologue #sometimes you just have to sit there and let your thoughts pass by without interacting with them and this was one of those times
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  • auditionharbor
    21.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Vigils

    by Noah Haidle

    Male, Dramatic

    SOUL: And this is how this ends. I say goodbye and you say goodbye.

    And I fly. At first I'm scared of what's to come.

    I fly over the whole earth.

    And even though I don't have eyes I see everyone.

    If they're awake I see their lives, and if they're asleep I see their dreams.

    And what I see makes me laugh. (The SOUL laughs.)

    I laugh not because it's exactly ha ha funny.

    Maybe I laugh because I'm scared.

    But maybe because there's nothing else to do. (The SOUL laughs.)

    And I leave the earth and fly past Jupiter and whoever judges souls judges that I get to go to heaven. So I fly to heaven, where there are no memories or pain or sickness or sadness or hunger or disease or hatred or fear.

    And all I do is laugh.

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  • venndaai
    21.09.2021 - 7 hours ago

    I’ve been talking a lot about Utena recently with @stripedroseandsketchpads and in particular about favorite terrible child Kiryuu Touga, and I just have a lot of thoughts about how the Touga episodes are some of the deepest rabbit holes of Fucked Up Shit in the series and how I think it’s kind of a shame that a lot of Utena analysis doesn’t really pay attention to that, although I completely understand why

    #he's like an iceberg with this flat cardboard cutout sticking out on top and then a mile of massive terrible complexity underneath #he and anthy are the two characters who almost never internally monologue but because the story is about anthy her depth is much more #apparent#utena blogging
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  • lackingfivebraincells
    21.09.2021 - 8 hours ago

    episode 11 reaction pics because I AM ON AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND WILL

    NEVER

    GET

    O F F !!!!!!!!1!1!!11!1!

    ok that's it thank u for coming to my ted talk

    #I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO S T A R T #1 IM SO HAPPY WE GOT TO SEE ALL THE RESIDENTS GROW IM GONNA FREAKING CRY #SEOKHYEONG AND MINHA SEOKHYEONG AND MINHA S E O K HY E O NG AND MIN H A #the ER suspense NEVER AGAIN NO #i-iksun and j-j-junw A N AAAAAA A A A A. A A AAAA A A A A #did i cry because of gyeoul YES OR YES #JAEHAK BEING ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE AND LENDING HIS COAT AND EVERHTHINGJWJDJWHDHJAHDQAAAAAAAA #and of course #the grand prize winner #I K S O N G #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #okay if u read this far i sincerely apologize see u when i watch the finale after school mwah #hospital playlist #hospital playlist 2 #monologuing
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  • lackingfivebraincells
    21.09.2021 - 8 hours ago

    IKSONG

    IKSONG

    I K S O N G

    IKSONG

    IKSONG!!1!!1;11!1!1!1!1;1;2!1!$!+1$+!2!$(1!"!

    #OH MY GOD AAAKAJKSKWKDWKDKWKSKAAAAAA;!1!!!;1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1 #ITS FINALYL AHAPENGIGN #Ic anf EVEN GYPW FOH YMGOD #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaAaaAAaaaAAAAaaaAaaAAaAAAAA?!?!!!!!!!! #IKSONG#HOSPITAL PLAYLIST #HOSPITAL PLAYLIST 2 #EPISODE 11 . M A H A L K I T A !!!!1!1;1;1!1 #monologuing
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  • auditionharbor
    21.09.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Middletown

    by Will Eno

    Either Gender, Dramatic

    TOUR GUIDE: The air. I wrote on it in school. Take a deep breath. A hundred years ago, someone was digging a hole here, for this very monument, and he rested on his shovel and sighed. You just inhaled a molecule of the air that shoveler exhaled, in that quiet sigh long ago. Scientific truth. And he, a hundred years ago had just inhaled a molecule of air from Caesar's dying breath. Which dying breath probably contained a molecule from Caesar's first scream when he was born. Scientific fact. Molecules. Not the prettiest word. Everyone probably knows that Caesar thing. But still. Think of how personal everything is, ultimately. And then, think of a beautiful sunset on Earth, before human beings had ever evolved. It just beautifully sets. No one there to say "Oooh" or "Ahhh" or something breathy like that. It just sets, and then it's night, nothing personal. Beneath us, okay, the dirt the sighing man was digging into? It's layers of fossils and broken pottery and things they think had religious value. Maybe some sad little instrument, way down, a hollow bone with three holes in it. Down we go. City, then dirt; town, then ash; village, then ice crystals and iron. Maybe a tooth or a piece of cloth. It's people strewn all the way through. And, people, on top, too--walking around and smiling and eating ice cream or doing whatever people do. (Beat.) It's fun, thinking of everything like this. Usually, I'm telling people about the time sunglasses were almost invented here. (Beat.) Some of the dust on my shoes is from outer space; most of the rest is dead human skin. Infinity, asteroids, and your great-great-grandmother. All that struggle and science and stale candy in every little speck. You look at it and you think, "Dirt." That's not even half the story.

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  • arduanatt
    21.09.2021 - 8 hours ago

    "why...are you...saving me...?" "you can barely stand and this is what you ask? a question i have no answer for?"

    #ffxiv#ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #gaius baelsar#oc: runa#ffxiv screenshots #when your ex drags you out of praetorium #after your 30min monologue session
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  • lovelytarou
    21.09.2021 - 8 hours ago

    my blockmate's pfp is atsumu and i'm fighting the urge to gush abt hq sgdjdks

    #there's so many otakus in my course it's so cool #also hi hello i'm not dead yet just busy with studies!!! i hope you're all doing well <333 #💬 – franz monologues
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  • reidsacademia
    21.09.2021 - 9 hours ago

    putting in a maintenance request is the most anxiety inducing thing ever n i hate it

    #ok not the most but im dramatic #i hate ppl in my space #especially when i don't know when they're coming #or if i'll be home #AAAAA i just want my shower to be fixed :T #syds inner monologue
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  • auditionharbor
    21.09.2021 - 10 hours ago

    Cinderella and the Substitute Fairy Godmother

    by Ed Monk

    Female, Comedic

    HORTENSE: Hello, Fairy Godmother Headquarters, this is Hortense speaking, how may I help you?... I see, you were turned into a frog... Now was this done by a witch, a wizard, or a sorcerer?... I see, a witch. OK then, your name is?... Eric. Good, now, Eric, are you a king, a prince, a knight, or a peasant boy who is secretly the king but doesn't know it?... A peasant boy who doesn't know he's the king... OK then, what can we do for you today?... Send someone to turn you back into a person... Well, isn't there some beautiful princess nearby who can kiss you? See, we're really kinda busy today... OK, Eric, I'm going to put you on hold for just one second...

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  • ipaaciir
    21.09.2021 - 10 hours ago

    today i entered to an online congress about multiculturalism and the conferences were so interesting!! im planning on posting my (cleaned) notes and comments

    #do you mind if i monologue?
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  • ardenenearde
    20.09.2021 - 11 hours ago

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    #casio me disculpo por mis pendejadas #esto es lo que obtienes con mi amistad #tag monologue
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  • still-a-sketch
    20.09.2021 - 11 hours ago
    #still a sketch #loneliness#coping mechanism#love#alone#sadness#emptiness#empty#needs #tw alchohol mention #tw self harn #monologue#N #one way love #solitude#pain #things i'll never say
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  • jaysee049
    20.09.2021 - 12 hours ago
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  • auditionharbor
    20.09.2021 - 12 hours ago

    I Am A Camera

    by John Van Druten

    Male, Comedy

    CHRISTOPHER: Well, I'd better start moving out of here. I bet Fraulein Schneider's pleased. Sally is just the kind of person she likes. How do I know that? How do I know what kind of person Sally is? I suppose that's what's so fascinating about her. People who talk like that about themselves ought to be lying. But I don't believe she is. And yet she's that mysterious thing my family calls a lady, too. Look at her. She's even flirting with the taxi-driver. And she knows I'm watching her. Oh, my God! I've got to put that down right away. Let's make notes. How would you describe her? Sally Bowles was a girl of about... I wonder how old she is. Her face is young, but her hands look terribly old. And they were dirty, too. Dirty as a little girl's hands. Sally's hands were like the old hands of a dirty little girl.

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