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Frankie & Alice
Inspired by the remarkable true story of a go-go dancer “Frankie” with multiple personalities (or “DID”) who struggles to remain her true self while fighting against two very unique alter egos: a seven-year-old child named Genius and a Southern white racist woman named Alice. In order to stop the multiple voices in her head, Frankie works together with a psychotherapist to uncover and overcome the mystery of the inner ghosts that haunt her.
Omg, yas. I have to see this.
And I say that with the utmost hate (love).
I can’t believe your ass is actually leaving me. But deep down I’m so excited for you and glad you have this opportunity- don’t fuck it up. We’ve had the best roller coaster and as much as you say I’ve taught you I can honestly say I’ve learned just as much. I know I don’t say this much but you’ve tested me. Tested the difference between saying you love someone and showing that shit. Our friendship has grown and I see so much in you Evan. Don’t be afraid of that growth. Take chances. Work hard. Love life. Love yourself. Love yourself healthily. Enjoy DC but keep your eyes on that goal. It’s right around the corner.
You got this. Don’t make me come up there and beat your ass.
I love you. You are the turn to my up. The amount of ratchetry that occurs when we’re together (especially when I got my fries, not potatoes, fries) is ridiculous.
Don’t run anymore. Stick it out and go through your obstacles they make you a stronger person. <3 <3 @i_am_supreme
a girl’s feet will tangle yours under sheets you just bought for a night like this. the price tag is still glued to the plastic wrapping stuffed underneath the bed. her feet are frigid and feel like frostbite against your legs when you fall asleep, but they’re like mittens roasted over a fire when the sun blinks through the curtains.
a girl’s legs are taut and thick. they’re flexible and enclose you in a straightjacket at 2 am when they knot around your waist and pull you just a little closer. if she’s still sleeping, it’s even better.
her thighs will make you forget about your calculus homework and your french exam. they will make you forget about your father’s affair or your best friend’s disorders. they will make you forget your name and they will make you forget who you are without them. hold them as tight as you can. i promise, she loves it.
when you were in fourth grade, they taught you stop, drop, and roll at the sign of a fire. when you’re in her bedroom on the second floor, her quivering hips will trick-start a similar fire in your teeth, and you’re going to want to listen to your fourth grade teacher, but don’t. if you stop, whatever it may be that you’re doing, she might kill you.
so in health class, they’re supposed to teach you that your hands will never fit somewhere like they will on a girl’s waist. it doesn’t matter if it’s wide and soft, or small and hard. your hands will adapt to her waist like the heart to your blood. they’ll feel as natural as fingers on an instrument.
sometimes you can see her ribs; sometimes you can’t. they flicker like an old grainy movie under her skin, and they feel like sharp magma in your palms. they’re structure — they protect her. hold her there if you want her to feel like this house isn’t caving in on herself.
her chest. promise her you’d never want anything more or anything less. if you don’t mean it, stop reading, and find someone else.
taste her collarbone. dip in the crevices and valleys and plant trees at the bottom. root down, cherish the nature, and never ever underestimate a girl’s collarbones. they’re a place to sleep when its -11 outside. write scripts on her collarbone. they are forever.
if you don’t know blueprints to her neck with your eyes closed from tracing it with your mouth, you’re doing it wrong. learn it. memorize it. you better know her pulse like counting with your dominant hand. kiss it like it’s her mouth. her neck will change over time, yes. but make sure you can change with it.
kiss her before she brushes her teeth. make fun of her morning breath. kiss her after, and make fun of the flavor of her toothpaste. kiss her when she’s angry and throwing the vase your mother bought her, and kiss her when she can’t stand and she bubbles over with tears like hot water. kiss her if she’s laughing and tell her it’s because she makes you happy. kiss her if she won’t stop talking because you want to taste her voice. kiss her when she isn’t talking because you miss it. kiss her in the shower and kiss her everywhere. if it’s raining, kiss her, and kiss her again when she calls you a cliche. kiss her in public because you want them all to know, and kiss her in private because you don’t need them to either. god, just kiss her on the mouth. nothing else matters. just fucking kiss her.
I know Fev I knoooow! I was wondering where you were!
How come you couldn’t make it?
But it’s all good, I recorded all 49 minutes of it.
It was magical.
My newest bestie.
No but seriously, Dr. West is so sweet and full of light and love and positive energy. To see a man like him be so humble and sweet and loving and encouraging is amazing and then to give me a hug after singing the black national anthem? I died. I died.
He is such an inspiration and last night was exhilarating. ❤️