You can call me Gabrielle if you like. I'm 18. I love to act, sing, dance, read, learn, and take pictures of it all.
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Missing my city
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Courtesy of Yodai
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I feel so old.
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Oh hi!
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Hi there.
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Picked my outfit for the last day of school this Friday
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We are young
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Tirer les mots

I feel these small hooks attached to my brain and they’re pulling in all different directions unraveling and tangling, yanking the knots tighter. All of these hooks try to extract the thoughts from my mind but I know better than to let them escape. They are the thoughts that aren’t allowed to be spoken, that threaten to shatter the fragile boundaries between us. I want to speak so many words that tickle the tip of my tongue but my lips stay shut, my teeth lock them in. 

Insanely excited

I got into the 2012 Summer Seminar for High School Juniors at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and it’s literally what I’ve been wanting to get into for years. I can’t even process this right now. It’s really too great to comprehend. Is this actually happening?

Oh and to top it off one of my best friends got in too. The chance of this happening was like one in a million. 

I kind of really want dreadlocks.. would that be weird?
Having a really emotional conversation with myself in the car going home.. completely normal.
I’m spending my last day of being 16 at home procrastinating on my homework.

Living the life