The trials and tribulations of a Minnesotan teenage girl. It's just my life.
was as awful as it could possibly be.
My first dance - my lyrical one - everyone forgot the dance, the timing was off, and it was just shitty.
Second dance - my classical one - the stage was so slippery that I fell.
Third dance - pointe dance - both of my pointe shoes fell off. They were half on and half off my feet, it was so embarrassing, I feel awful.
Fourth dance - Musical Theatre - spacing was off the whole time.
But it’s okay, because afterwards, I got in my car and swore. Then I went over to Prather’s, to hang out with my triangle ‘o trust. I love ‘em.
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Museum unveils Bronte’s teeny tiny early work
A manuscript by British author Charlotte Brontë that fits comfortably into the palm of a hand that fetched 691,000 pounds ($1.1 million) at a Sotheby’s auction in December, more than twice the upper estimate, went on display this week.
God dammit, I love her.
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I have one from Buddha
One from Helen Keller
One from John Lennon
AND
Two from Friedrich Nietzche.
I’m feeling like I should combine all 5, into a ridiculous quote of beauty.
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Oh my lanta.
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HAHA.. I love him.
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