oh fuck I just want to see you for 3 seconds to tell you I'm proud of you, k?
I'm proud of you
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Showing posts with label want. Show all posts
Showing posts with label want. Show all posts
4.21.2012
2.28.2011
I WANT POPCORN + HAWTSAUCE
all I wanna do is watch baz luhrmann's romeo & juliet and eat spicy girl popcorn.
when oh when oh when will I be able to eat real fake food again???
when oh when oh when will I be able to eat real fake food again???
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2.24.2011
2.23.2011
what my girlhood dreams were made of
the pas de deux from Carmen, with Karen Kain as the prima
Carmen was always the naughtiest of the classical ballets. I was the kid who got kicked out of class for messy hair-buns or laughing during barre or forgetting my tights. When I got older and developed a charming I-dont-give-a-shit attitude we used to do a shot of whiskey before class. You can see why Carmen kinda spoke to me.
some call it nostalgia. I still want red pointe shoes.
Carmen was always the naughtiest of the classical ballets. I was the kid who got kicked out of class for messy hair-buns or laughing during barre or forgetting my tights. When I got older and developed a charming I-dont-give-a-shit attitude we used to do a shot of whiskey before class. You can see why Carmen kinda spoke to me.
some call it nostalgia. I still want red pointe shoes.
2.09.2011
2.01.2011
1.29.2011
another hungover saturday in raincity
and I'm dreaming of somewhere
a little farther away
a bit warmer
&
a bit older
florence florence florence
I'll come back to visit you soon
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