For a response from LAMDA. I want to go there so badly. I want to train at a conservatory. I want to step up my game. Iw ant to be transformed. I want to live in London. I want to work all the time and have experiences that I would never even come close to in Binghamton. I want something more because I want to challenge myself, I need to push myself further. Oh please let that email arrive soon, confirming my enrollment and my dream!
I feel creative, motivated, bloated, healthy, gross, unwanted, excited, beautiful, sexy, physical, scared, messy, overwhelmed. I feel anything is possible!
never ending Alice inspiration
THE BAR HAS BEEN RAISED BITCHES!!!
I cried. Cause I’m a baby and this is beautiful and I hope someone loves me this much one day!
I miss you. I cry too hard whenever I try to write anything else.
summer witchcraft
(Source: vintage-bones)
Bettie Page, 1953
There once was a girl with an excess of hope and a heavy dash of awkward and a stash of extra rope. She worked very hard, running to and fro all day. She always learned her lines in the physical way. She rehearsed for long hours and took early showers and explored and created and played and debated and thought and tried and failed and cried and breathed and dropped in and separated her skin and felt sore in the morning and missed sex so much and found in rehearsal the nearest humans to touch and ate every night and forgot in the sun and listened to music on the way to 91 and moved forward, backwards, jumped up and dropped down and plastered the posters all over the town. And always, just always, the fear courses through. The constant struggle against the reluctance and ringing untrue. But she tries and she tears and she slogs like it’s tough- she finds intention, she finds life, she finds what it is to be enough.
