“..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
Hah! Are you fucking kidding me? I love how much I matter to you!! hahahaha. You made me believe we could have a lasting relationship, so I fell for you, and then after about 8 months you put me in the friend zone, without telling me. A month later we broke up. And now, here we are, I’m still hopelessly in love with you, and you seem to think that I’m capable of just abandoning you. Don’t you realize you’ve trapped me? You’ve entangled me in paperwork, networking, and expectations. I’m stuck working for you now, if I leave, everything I’ve done during the past year is nothing, all the contacts I’ve made and meetings, all the jobs we’re involved in, and everything I’ve worked my ass off for becomes yours alone. Was that your plan all along?
