I think one should reflect very carefully before one uses phrases like, ‘It could be worse.’
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I think one should reflect very carefully before one uses phrases like, ‘It could be worse.’
An Evening at the Talk House (via fuckyeahgreatplays)
*Something bad happens*
Priest from a Shakespeare Play: Have you considered faking your death as a way to solve this?
It’s officially wear a sweater in the morning and regret it later, weather.
“Stop cringing — at your future, at your failure, at yourself in the mirror — and stand up and look directly at who you are. Not who you should’ve been, but who you are now. Let that person in. Let her be as mediocre and wrong and shameful and sad and miserable and brilliant and hilarious as she wants to be, because she knows exactly what you need to feel good. She has plans for you. She wants to show you what comes next. She wants to take you into the future you’re dreading and say, “See? You never would’ve imagined this.”
— “Ask Polly: Is Life All Downhill From Here?” by Heather Havrilesky
Hamlet: Is this finally the warm embrace of death?
Horatio: This a hug, Hamlet.
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Making a rainy day playlist on Spotify sitting outside the Reedsport McDonalds for their high speed WiFi drinking a large carmel frappe with whipped cream.
Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene II
Three things I learned from living with my best friend:
Don’t burn the house down.
Check the mail.
Turn the porch light on.
i was funny once but it was an accident
Last Opening
at Camelot Theatre Company - and I do not know how to feel/be.
I had already said goodbye to the theatre and the family; yet here I am being paid to push a button and run a show - one last time.
This show isn’t a family. But, that’s okay. I have enough family here to break my heart already. Now, anyone, please - just walk barefoot in the park in February with me? It is my birthday month after all, do this chick a solid.
May Day 2018
Driving home from a rehearsal (that was less than pleasant), helped me decide to act on something that has been weighing on my person for a couple weeks.
If I don’t tell this story - who else will?
I need an outlet.
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I need a creative (easy, clearly recorded, forever) space to even. To bitch. To educate. To be hilariously happy. And sad. And make no apologies to feelling both emotions. Or, nothing in-between.
I need a place to be:
An artist.
A struggling young adult.
A woman.
A person living with a disability.
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So this, this is going to become my space. And the work starts tomorrow.
I finally got to say it.
And it feels really, really fucking good.
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I would like a wine. The purpose of the wine is to get me drunk. A bad wine will get me as drunk as a good wine. I would like the good wine. And since the result is the same no matter which wine I drink, I'd like to pay the bad wine price.
Picasso at the Lapin Agile
“I’m afraid if you don’t see me you’ll forget me.”
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