Rip Adrienne Rich
Night-life. Letters, journals, bourbon sloshed in the glass. Poems crucified on the wall, dissected, their bird-wings severed like trophies. No one lives in this room without living through some kind of crisis.
Did sexibition photos. ‘Twas fun.
Yet another class night with a cat and a big bed :) I’m getting too used to this.
My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for...
OH craigslist apt. search
We meet again…
I got two pickles...
I found a play, I found a play, I found a play hey hey hey hey.
God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
Mona Lisa Smile = film version of Uncommon Women= I don’t know. But it is interesting. and Uncanny.
indecity: bed night I need a kitten
I love how toxic Venus is. And how beautiful Jupiter is.
WHY CAN I NOT FIND A PLAY?
I swear to god - I have been reading play after play after play for the past 3 months. Nothing fits. Deadline = Monday. Fuuck.