Jewish Drama Queen actually that’s my grandmother a photo from the 1920’s she was a Ziegfeld girl that was way before your time before mine too they were famous you know at least that is what i was told a dance troupe and i understand nudity was part of
William Tell mom told me to practice everyday at 5:00 after homework before dinner i did but couldn’t she hear the strings didn’t sing they whined in pain as if being tortured i was how could i explain i’d be no better with any bow
when push comes to shove you’re such a dick put on your boxing gloves go ahead take a swing at me if you’re that upset what pissed you off anyway it doesn’t matter you seem to be at a loss for words you just want to flail your arms in hope
darling i always had a feeling of not fitting in not being grander than others if anything i always felt rather small like the spider on the wall or perhaps the flea that no one could see yes i would easily be called the wall
your story you told me a story once it unfolded with a perfect plan each page read the same even though the pages continued to turn to someone else it might be a bit absurd you laughed a little so did i making light of flowers that
the woods siren’s song how tempting indeed best to heed the woods siren’s song there is that moment when you realize you don’t need to be on the other side of the fence though it might seem to be calling with promises of splendor with a life that you could
