When does a stage kiss turn into a real kiss?
How well do we really act?



Okay, Perfect, come be mine.
Do I want the dancer or the beat?

I'll walk these boards
I'll read these lines
I'll cry a little bit
I'll pretend that audiences
aren't full of utter shit.
I'll act my best
I'll wait behind
I'll emote like the rest
I'll try to find some love for you
and act that you're the best.

"And a prolonged period of time would include the next 15 minutes. You're better than that. You're something to desire. Hes just a cute boy. You won't be the last girl this happens to. But you'll be the first to not care."

I'm going to miss these people.

Come on, baby, let me see what you hiding underneath.

December brings feelings. I tried to ignore them. They got worse.

Fight.
Love.
Out.
Wind.

Flowing like the river in Pocahontas, never stepping into the same arena twice,
I sauntered into a new year.
A new person.
A new affirmation.
A new soundtrack.

Termination.
Seasonal.
Forever.

You'd make a beautiful Snow White, princess.
Too bad they'll never see it.

Smart, Funny and a tad bit awkward.

Affirmations.

"Have you ever auditioned for face? Because you look JUST like Snow White."

"You know who you look like, right? Miss Germany?"

"I know I don't know you or anything, but you know you could be Wendy, right?"

"No, you couldn't be Snow White. But you could be Cinderella, WENDY, Alice, and oh, you have a Tinker face."

"You have a total fairy face. Tinkerbell, Vidia...Why didn't you go to the Vidia audition, dumbass?"

and my favorite,

"I'm not a lesbian or anything, and all of you ladies are lovely here, but THAT girl is stunningly pretty."