Dance
Dance
The thing about dance is that you’re never really good enough. There’s always something to improve. It’s great because you can always get better, but it’s also a sad thought. Once you manage a pirouette it’s time to do a double pirouette. Once you can do a split, it’s time for oversplits. I don’t think people who doesn’t dance can understand it. You’re never done, you’re never good enough and you can always get better.
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I’ll hurt you, and maybe I won’t feel guilty, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late. So before that happens, move on, find someone else to love, because right now, it won’t be me.
2am (via 2am-spilledthoughts)
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Friendly reminder that one of Aphrodite’s epithets is Tumborukhos which means ‘Gravedigger’ and let’s not forget my personal favourites, Androphonos (Killer of Men), Enoplios (Bearing Weapons), Epitumbidia (She Upon the Graves) and Summakhia (Ally in War) so the next time you feel the need to underestimate the Goddess of love and consider Her a shallow, empty-headed bimbo, I urge you to think again.
Intelligence
I honestly feed on intelligence. I love deep thoughts, crazy ideas and passion for knowledge. It's so underestimated, it's sad.
Scandinavian winter
- snow covered mountains and landscapes - those mild sunny days now and then - fireplace keeping us warm from dawn till midnight - a massive, plush bed with quilts and duvets to keep out the coldness - rosy cheeks - warm steamy tea or hot cocoa - faux fur throws all over the house for extra warmth when needed - scarves, coats, beanies and gloves the way only Scandinavians know how to wear fashionably - winter lights - frost on the bedroom window - seeing your frozen breath outside - a true winter wonderland
Her x
“Her eyes, a labyrinth even Theseus cannot escape.”
-DY // an eight word story // I am hopelessly lost, even with Ariadne’s string
Ballet x
Leonore Baulac, Stephane Bullion
Demeter never was fond of Hades why should she be lord of the dark, lord of the dead what a fearsome title he wore took his beloved down below and raised her up high made her a queen made her happymade her giggle and smile and blossom in a way summer never could Demeter didn’t see that Demeter didn’t want to see that only saw her pain only saw her lonelinessonly saw her he tricked her he fooled her he stole herhe saved her he loved her he completed her she never liked me either i think i can sympathize a little i’m no lord of the dead but i think i can sympathize a little
m. (via flightiestofbroads)
#WeirdNorwegianFacts
In Norwegian we don’t say married we say “gift” which also translates to poison, and I think that is beautiful
