☆i realise that like 84690% of my posts are me being all ballet but i literally do nothing with my life except dance and blog☆
☆i realise that like 84690% of my posts are me being all ballet but i literally do nothing with my life except dance and blog☆
The Essence Of Ballet, 2012—2014 [image from La Bayadére, 2012] | Ingrid Bugge (b. 1968, Denmark)
The human body, its movements, its stories, its intimacy, and its honesty. These are my artistic passions.
i love this
I can’t wait for days with you. I can’t wait to wake up to your sleepy smile and your tired eyes and your bed head. I can’t wait to dance and fool around in the kitchen while you’re making us breakfast. I can’t wait to laugh with you when you burned the toast because we were making out against the counter. I can’t wait to go on adventures with you. We could do the most simple thing together and still turn it into something amazing and memorable. There isn’t gonna be a boring moment with you. And I can’t wait to lay down next to you at night and finally sleep in your arms. I can’t wait to wake up and do it all over again. Every day with you is going to be an adventure. I promise to always be spontaneous and always surprise you. I can’t wait for these days with you. I will see you soon.
Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.
I hate that I loved you.
As I nourished your heart,
I failed to nourish my own.
I gave up pieces of myself and you used it to patch up yours.
Used those pieces of me to find someone better.
-my yearning for you has ended, as my heart can do nothing but hate you now.