( badly written ballet ramblings. )

everytime someone asks me "do you still live at home?" i feel embarrassed saying "yes, i do." i'm twenty-two and it seems like i should've moved out a good while ago, but i haven't ( Read more... )

four days of london with three girls and one bag of stuff.

there's so much and so little to say, and i'm struggling wildly to find the words. four days of fatigue would describe the general feeling best, i'd say. that's not to say there weren't any wonderful moments. that's not to say this wasn't a lesson in the principle of acceptance, and how that ( Read more... )

it'd been three weeks since i last stepped into my contemporary class, and tonight i walked through the city with a skip in my step to get there. at the entrance i met one of the girls and happily chatting away we walked through the hallways into the dressing room. we talked while undressing and when i walked into the studio and smiled at the ( Read more... )

this is long and no one cares about the details only okay i do. in other words: tl;dr.

so here's a thing i always wish existed: an open class studio where you could take single dance classes.
a couple weeks ago i found out that's something that does actually exist, and that there's one in amsterdam. i was thrilled, and with rosy cheeks i scrolled ( Read more... )

today i read maud's list of books she would save if her house were on fire, and i thought, which would i save?

so i started thinking. there are a few dilemmas i've got here, since i'd like to save all my english hardcover editions of harry potter, and that would fill up five of the ten spaces. similarly, i'd like to save all my chuck palahniuk books ( Read more... )

recently i've been having this thought, and i've been trying to think of a way to put it into words without making me seem like something's seriously mentally wrong with me, but it seems like that's impossible.

so here i go. the thing is, sometimes i'll lie in bed in the morning having just woken up, and just before actually getting up i'll think ( Read more... )

i felt like a four year old with an improbable dream when i wrote the email, but i did it anyway.

now all i can do is wait for the answer.

so hey, i'm going to talk about bikram yoga for a little bit, because for some unfathomable reason i want to cry when i think of the situation.

( here, click for it. )

so first things first. since i decided to stop continuously talking myself down, i've felt much better. with telling myself i'm lovely i feel like i've actually created space to show myself that i'm lovely. there's not as much ludicrous pressure to be absolutely perfect, and with that not giving myself space to be anything at all. three words did ( Read more... )