January 2010
13 posts
I’m very ready for 2010. Finishing up difficult classes, performing in Singin in the Rain, directing The Foreigner, auditioning for colleges, getting acceptance letters, graduating, and going away to a university are among the many things that will be significant events and/or changes in my life. And it’s all happening in 2010. I am very ready. <3
December 2009
48 posts
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cafe mother
kobro:
amberconey:
She distractedly chats on the phone with while her child circles constantly around her. He tugs at her oversized, over packed purse, crying “mommy, mommy, I want.” She sets her coffee down on the orange café table, stirs it carefully, and leaves the scorching liquid to exhaust its steam. Her child holds a green dinosaur; his face is contorted with desire, with tiredness,...
“Words, words. They’re all we have to go on.”
– Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard
cafe mother
She distractedly chats on the phone with while her child circles constantly around her. He tugs at her oversized, over packed purse, crying “mommy, mommy, I want.” She sets her coffee down on the orange café table, stirs it carefully, and leaves the scorching liquid to exhaust its steam. Her child holds a green dinosaur; his face is contorted with desire, with tiredness, with a need. She...
The Early November
I just found a friend in one of your lies.
To treat me to so nice, I can’t believe my bones.
They say so many things.
They tell me I am fine, believe me I, I try.
Ever so sweet, you make this seem.
The way things go. It’s not my fault.
And I’ll miss, I’ll miss you so good.
All of those nights we lost our way back home.
Ever so sweet, you baked it in cakes for me.
What...
“I think this dog is a mix of arctic fox and poodle.”
– Mom
O marvelous love
O stupendous trust
Will you hold my uncertain hands?
“Only if we must
But when we so decide
From your grips we will break free
Our grasps will melt away
And drain into the sea”
O incredible regret
O wonderful shame
I do wish, sincerely,
That you didn’t know my name
You have taken my wrists
And guided me to the shore
Where love and trust have drifted away
I can’t...
