(Source: door-to-phantomile, via noonecaresaboutyourblog)
linds.
space cadet.
swamp dancer/movement artist.
audiophile.
love cat.
“If the passion, discipline and creativity of these individuals is not to be wasted, it must be allowed to flourish in a way that confirms that dance is, indeed, a respected profession –a place where achievement is recognized by the ability to earn a living wage, with appropriate health insurance benefits and a modicum of financial stability.”
Do not speak to me when you see me. If I want to speak to you, I will do so. I want to save my throat. I don’t want to ruin it by saying hello to all of you sons-of-bitches.
to be able to go to New York and dance with Tami Stronach (The Childlike Empress) and John Jasperse but I sadly cannot afford a plane ticket.
goddamn.
(via anti-suburbia)
