June 2012
Good girls walk fast in groups of three, fast girls walk slow on side streets.
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I love nights like last night. Being on stage with the people who have seen me physically struggle to push myself to my limit, sharing the love of performing. Even though I intend on dancing at Oswego, it’s not the same. This is my last recital week at a studio, and I’m going to miss it terribly.
A girls hat fell off, and she managed to kick it offstage, never missing a beat and...
deaqua:
I love the idea of us moving in. Us sharing a new home together. The two of us collapsing onto our newly made bed. Boxes of nicknacks that don’t yet have a home surrounding us. My hair tied up. Both of us dressed in casual clothes. And you look at me. Those eyes that hold the future. The eyes that say something more meaningful than lips saying”I love you.” They just look so softly yet so...
