Free your lines and the rest will follow…or at least that’s the idea behind this notebook created by Marc Thomasset.
(via cuntqratulation)
Mind of A dancer
The moment when you hear a song..and all you want to do is move your body and tell the story. When you want to submerge yourself into the rhythm and sway. When everytime something comes on you instantly want to do the choreography. The beauty you see in the studio mirror watching yourself progress….it’s the greatest.
Just A Friendly Reminder
that you don’t need to explain shit to anyone regarding your sex life, orientation, fetishes, music taste, eating habits, hairy parts nor your religious and non religious path. Fucking irritating when people come onto others with this arrogant attitude thinking their path is the only path and if you choose other wise, you need to explain yourself. Bitch, get the fuck out. Ain’t nobody got time fa’ dat!
