freaking one o' clock in the morning. i have no idea how long this will take, but i'm going to get this done. i swear on my life. i just seriously need a break. i physically feel my body like making little cries of pain and fatigue. is that, like, even possible?
SUMMER PLEASE JUST COME ALREADY.
Ode to My Ugly Dress in the Cinderella Musical
A gaiety, a frolic, and a mad charge of twinkling eyes
Speed up the steps to the costume room to find a perfect dress
Try on a few, none really fit
Until one fits beautifully perfect, and its perfection reeks madness
Screw everything, dumb 1980's! What made you think this looked pretty?
A sparkly shirt thing, atop a satiny gown
Gosh, what a screw up, this dumb prom-wannabe.
The perfect size, the wrong color
The wrong style, and the wrong sentiment
If I could, I would rip it into two, just to spite the designer.
Designer: ew. seriously, what the heck.
About Me
- r e n e e
- a "im up, what more do you want from me?" sticker hideously controls the back of my door, and i always tell myself to tear it down. my roommate/ awarded older brother put it on there as a joke, but now i view it as one of those inspirational-quotes that major corporations hang on their employees cubical thinking that it is honestly going to inspire after the second day. perhaps it sum's up the extent to which i am motivated. "im alive, what more do you want from me world?" it's a glorious and underrated mantra regardless. - the orphaned anything's, memoir of a lesser known :: nineteen, female, believes there's more to living than just being alive.
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