LadyWebb

well, ive survived homelessness several times, ive survived a drug addict mother and her abusive husband, ive survived losing EVERYTHING i own several times and starting from scratch each occasion. And ive survived my house burning down with me and my two children and my husband inside-who saved us.
The whole bit “what doesnt kill you…” but i feel weaker still. I feel like the walls are constantly closing and rising, leaving me no escape. Leaving me to perish and as soon as im down to my last breath, the instant before my bones snap under the pressure, im free, flicked into the deep sky for a breif moment of bliss and light headed glory. Only to plunge back into the unknown solid earth. into another steel box. where slowly, slowly, the walls begin to close in and rise….

im dying to do this. all my friends are totally down and already have their costumes picked out. its so exciting! the only thing i have to work on is time and place…and oodles of spiked tea ^_ mmmmm

I NEEED MODELS for my portfolio. bad. like- im weary of searching.