“..in this, I am less then subtle. If my passions were as ink, this well would o’rflow and on the page, drip sweetest verses in your praise. Yet, I find it harder still to fashion any phrase worthy of your favor, instead, merely crude letters laced with love by an ineffectual hand and a hapless heart. Fair muse, won’t you guide this pen and compose these affections? For though my mind is weak, my heart speaks novels.” -RM 6/11/11
I'm Rachel Macklin.
I currently live on Grand Island.
I'm 22, and I'm a recent graduate of Niagara University with a BFA in Theatre Performance. I'm also a singer, entertainer, writer, director, and music enthusiast.
11/22/12 <3
I am the Executive Administrator of Deep Roots Niagara. Deep Roots is a non-for-profit arts organization intent on delivering excellent art and free expression to a city in need of revitalization and loving care; aiming to inspire hope and creativity in Niagara Falls. We are dedicated to making a lasting impression in our community, collaborating with artists of many backgrounds and interests to achieve spectacular things - inciting positive social change and inspiring an artistic renaissance. We strive to transform Niagara Falls into an international hub of art and creativity one artist at a time.
For more information, click here.
I'm a tomboy, I wear flannels and converse or DCs, but I'm not a hipster.
I love my guitar, my dog, fall, drinking tea, zombies, music, anime, movies, and adventures in the rain.
oh and meeting cool kids. ;] message me.
"... these words I write, they are not casual and purposeless. They are so carefully chosen, it's as if I dipped a quill into my heart and shaped each letter with my sincerest sentiment." -RM
"I feel those words rising in my throat; they’d choke me if they could. To keep them from escaping my lips, I'm forced to bite my tongue until the bitter taste of hot iron fills my mouth. And then I swallow; the blood, the words, and my pride along with them." -RM
Letters to No One In Particular
It’s good, cause it forces me to hide it. Instead of breaking down in front of you, I suck it up, or I leave the room and pretend to be looking for something as I sob like the idiot I am. You’re forcing me to try not to care, you’re forcing me to be as cold as you are, to ignore everything that bothers me like you do. it’s working. I think I’m beginning to hate you as much as you made me hate myself. Congratulations.
