As actors our bodies are our instruments.
And my instrument is getting a little out of tune?
"Our hands were meant to hold each other, fearlessly and forever."
The pencil moves across the page on its own. I open my eyes and see the wobbly letters. I KILL SNOW. If he’s captured, I want the privilege.
i’m going on a vacation to normandy with my school this week so i probably won’t be online a lot just wanted to let you know