Posted 11 months ago

Every dance class:

  1. Me: Ah, pliés.
  2. Me: Ugh this combination is so long
  3. Me: frappe fucking hell my fEet CaN't move that fast
  4. Me: grande battement timE TO KICK
  5. Me: CENTER FINALLY
  6. Me: Wait a second you want me to do WAT
  7. Me: I should have worn a better leo my boobs
  8. Me: whoops sorry didn't mean to turn and kick you there
  9. Me: YES THIS COMBINATION I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MOVE OUT DA WAY MOTHERFUCKERS
  10. Me: Hold on a second I'm tired
  11. Me: more jumps wheeeeee
  12. Me: reverence already?
Posted 11 months ago

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since he hurt me. Two weeks since I was crushed again. Two weeks since the person who made me smile broke me down… Friends keep trying to tell me that it will be okay, that I will be okay. I know eventually I will be, but right now it really sucks. One day I’m fine and feeling on top of the world, but the next second I’m crying and can’t stop. I’m trying to tell myself that I’m okay, but I’m not. I just want to be happy again. I’m trying to stay positive and keep my head up, but it’s so hard when the one that made me smile again is the same one that broke my heart. I keep trying to make sense of things, but I don’t really understand any of it. I just want to be truly happy again….

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donutation:

cindacry:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow      Between the crosses, row on row,   That mark our place; and in the sky   The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,   Loved and were loved, and now we lie         In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throw   The torch; be yours to hold it high.   If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow         In Flanders fields.

i sang this song in choir today for the veterans and they started crying.. saddest thing ever

donutation:

cindacry:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.

i sang this song in choir today for the veterans and they started crying.. saddest thing ever

Posted 11 months ago

nosdrinker:

if you get to see the person you love regularly then you’re very lucky and i hope you never take it for granted

NEVER take it for granted…..EVER. it will only make things that much harder in the end….

Posted 12 months ago

theresnouseknowin:

How to college:

  • drink coffee
  • cry

How to ballet:

  • drink coffee
  • cry

(Source: elphabulous)

Posted 12 months ago

Have you ever been so afraid of losing someone that it consumes your thoughts and you can’t concentrate on anything? Well that’s where I am right now. I’m scared and I can’t think straight and I really want to cry, but I can’t. I have to stay strong, can’t let him realize how scared I am… I’m just so afraid of being hurt again….

Posted 12 months ago

At the Saturday matinee of the Louisville Ballet’s season opener Swan Lake, the audience, who had already given a standing ovation to the performance, were privy to a surprise after the curtain call. Artistic Director Bruce Simpson took to the stage and addressed the audience. He talked about the importance of both individuality and community as an artist, referencing the main dancers of the afternoon: Erica De La O (Odette/Odile) and Kristopher Wojtera (Siegfried) who, he reminded us, have danced with the company for ten years. He invited Mr. Wotjera to say a few words. As Mr. Simpson handed the microphone to him, realization began to creep through the Whitney. Holding a small box, Mr. Wotjera announced to Ms. De La O (and more than two thousand delighted audience members) his love for her and, kneeling to her, he asked her to be his wife. Company and audience alike broke into delighted applause, and a surprised Ms. De La O nodded. In true ballet fashion she executed a graceful curtsey to him before they embraced each other – a fitting coda to the afternoon’s love story.

Kristopher Wojtera proposing to Erica De La O.
Photo – Louisville Ballet

© 2013 Kathi E.B. Ellis

(Source: theballetblog)

Posted 1 year ago

clayinthehandsofourfather:

tender-hearted:

As a Christian, I am subjected to stereotypes that do not portray me. I do not force my religion. I do not hate gays. I do not judge others. Yes, I make mistakes. But all I want to do is follow and serve The Lord and love and care for others.

This.

Posted 1 year ago
Maybe it’s just in America, but it seems that if you’re passionate about something, it freaks people out. You’re considered bizarre or eccentric. To me, it just means you know who you are.
Tim Burton (via queencersei)

(Source: bettychantel)

Posted 1 year ago
It’s funny because we dancers are athletes but we will dance through our injuries while other athletes sit on the sidelines. And some call us dumb for it we call it passion. If we can stand and do the choreography correctly we most likely will still dance.
me because I just want to dance right now (via mybeautifullyanonymouslife)
Posted 1 year ago

Any time I think about him, it’s like nothing else matters at that moment. My thoughts get tangled, my heart starts pounding. Just the simple thought of him is enough to make me smile. If I’ve had a rough day, talking to him can make me feel better. He doesn’t even have to say anything sweet, just the action of talking to him is enough to make everything okay. I can’t stop thinking about him, and it is driving me crazy in the best way possible.

Posted 1 year ago
ryanishka:

innerkitri27:

kingdomoftheballerino:

Sylvie Guillem, Pacquita variation 
Watch

What?

whut

Sylvie Guillem people. Need I say more??

ryanishka:

innerkitri27:

kingdomoftheballerino:

Sylvie Guillem, Pacquita variation 

Watch

What?

whut

Sylvie Guillem people. Need I say more??

Posted 1 year ago

wholetjackdrive:

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons/Vitamin String Quartet; The left ear is the official studio version by Imagine Dragons while the right ear is the official studio cover by the Vitamin String Quartet.

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