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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2014 19:51:31 GMT
full name River Cassiopeia Andrews date of birth 31.10.93 home town Phoenix, Arizona current city New York, NYC occupation Graphic designer / chalkboard artist for Whole Foods
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It's difficult to describe my relationship with my mother.. because she's not just my mom. She's my best friend.
When she got pregnant at age sixteen, her parents kicked her out. Subsequently, I don't know my grandparents. My dad's a no show, I don't even know his name, and I've stopped bothering to ask. I'm not even sure if my mom knows. For the past twenty years I've been her rock.. we've practically grown up together.
When I say she's my best friend.. I really mean it: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I've told her about boys I like, we've shared entire tubs of ice cream, we've cried over Marley and Me. I've peeled her up off the bathroom floor, held her hair while she throws up in the toilet, and ran to the store to get her tylenol. I've stood between her and her boyfriend, watched her get hit, and have taken black eyes for her.
I can't count how many times I've seen my mom cry over men, I've never known her to be single. She's always had a man, since I was born. Derek, Kyle, John, Marcus, Ray, Greg... and they always file the same suit. Rough, drunks, abusive, careless, lazy, unreliable.. fucking Derek, Kyle, John, whatever.
I hate the word desperate, but when it comes down to it, Charlotte is desperate. Lovely as she is, she's the weakest person I know. She's so terrified of being along, she leaches on to the first man who buys her a drink. While I'd rather throw that drink in their face.
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God, how embarrassing... like literally how embarrassing. It's a good photo, sure, my body is in its prime. Mostly because I refused to eat anything two weeks before we shot this. Just imagine though, when July 2014 actually comes my boobs will be on full display in the garage's of middle aged men, and the bedrooms of teenage boys. And by the time August rolls around Miss July will be sticky with jizz. Ugh.
More embarrassing is the fact that I sold myself because my mom was getting evicted, and I'd rather her not sell her own body to another motorcycle-riding-dumb-fuck. More embarrassing is the fact that she did anyway.
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- My mom and I get mistaken for sisters all the time - I've lied and told people I can't go clubbing, because I'm epileptic and the flashing lights and horrible music make me seize - I eat.. all the time. I have like three hidden stashes of candy - I'm the hugest prude, and I've only slept with two men - I sleep buck-naked, TMI? - I can never finish my bananas, because the black bit at the end freaks me out - I sleep in way past noon on weekends. I'm perpetually a teenage boy. - I once hit a dog while driving, and I felt so awful about it, I refuse to drive now - The only man I trust is my delivery man, he ALWAYS delivers
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your name ciara play-by camila morrone your most recent work yasss
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