(Untitled)
today:
this morning. 7:45 am.
got up there on that stage, for the first time actually having lines spew from my mouth, rehearsed, and learned.
it went so well.
taming of the shrew.
i was katherine.
i was such a bitch.
scrapping on the floor twenty times over, slapping people in the face.
:)
this morning. 7:45 am.
got up there on that stage, for the first time actually having lines spew from my mouth, rehearsed, and learned.
it went so well.
taming of the shrew.
i was katherine.
i was such a bitch.
scrapping on the floor twenty times over, slapping people in the face.
:)
Comments 2
this is our second life...no, more than that. this is why it makes me want to cry when i read all the things you say.
i think we were russian spies in our last life(eyes wide, greeting the world with a proud tilt of the head, and an arm ready) say dark scheming things, to throw everyone off.. as we put out the cigarettes into the ice.
and before that we were princesses. yes, russian. with tall fur hats and rich food and amazing people all round. saturated with the taste of the pinnacle of greatness.
we'll beat this town to the ground.
x.o.x.o. molly drastic
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment