(ri)ley key
Bio
growing up
stopping down
carrying it all
Stories (4/0)
She Was Something Different
She wanted something different. I mean, I wanted something different too—I wanted to make it out of this town with my sanity, but at this point it seemed that I would likely lose that. I wanted to make something of myself—go to a fancy college up north and attend fancy classes like Trigonometry and live in a fancy dorm that I really didn't care how fancy it was, as long as it was away from here.
By (ri)ley key6 years ago in Humans
My First
I was sweating. Profusely. In my bright blue new Old Navy jumpsuit, that was very flattering on my figure, that made my legs look long as if they went on for miles, that was very hard to pee in. In my new Goodwill shoes, the white and brown decoration that criss-crossed over my toes. In my broken blue glasses that matched my bright blue new Old Navy jumpsuit. In my huge hot pink heart earrings that added the perfect pink pop of color to my majority blue ensemble. In my bracelets that came from all over the world, that came from my travels and my aunt's travels and my mom's travels and my friend's travels. I was either too casual or too formal, I knew I should've listened to my mom when she told me to do my makeup and curl my hair, maybe add a nice white necklace and primp myself until I wasn't myself anymore. I knew I should've listened to Kallie when she told me to throw on any old T-shirt and jeans, to wear my busted up sneakers from painting sets and building costumes all summer, to just pretend I had just rolled out of bed so I could relate to the other performers.
By (ri)ley key6 years ago in Motivation