Anonymous asked: You're coming to Seattle? :) You'll love it here, and PNB is amazinggg. Are you coming from far?

:D yes! I’m from Texas, so it’s quite far haha. Actually, I was born in Portland but I don’t remember a thing, and I’m really excited to go the West Coast! I see myself as a more progressive, liberal type person so I’m looking forward to the experience.

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life is good!

bought some more music today.

Yesterday ballet went really well. I had a good turning day c: and I also was really on my leg, which is kind of a big deal for me. I could balance in my pique arabesques for a long time!!!

it’s the little things, right? happy last day of school everyone!

to my personal friends on here: I know the future is scary and such and the pressure’s gonna build up as soon as we get back to school next year, but don’t forget all the amazing things we’ve been through together sophomore year. You all are amazing and I can’t look forward to two more years with you guys. We’ll make the best of it, and we’ll get through it together. No, we won’t just get through it. That sounds like it’s toture. We’ll have the time of our lives!

shoutout to Misty Copeland for nearly moving me to tears in 2 minutes 25 seconds.

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35 Days until I leave for Seattle :D

I can’t believe it’s almost here. I just hope I’m ready! Time to start the final stage of building my strength. Pointe shoes in class every day for the next to weeks.

Then, for the first week of intensive, I’ll wear my pointe shoes for technique class on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday.

The next week, I’ll wear my pointe shoes every day.

Then, I’ll wear my pointe shoes for technique class the next week Monday and Tuesday… but NOT ON WEDNESDAY CAUSE I’LL BE ON AN AIRPLANE TO SEATTLE :D :D :D :D

not that anyone cares. I just need to make myself do this.

dance is my home

I love ballet

I love laying on the floor and stretching

I love pushing the balls of my feet down to the floor with my hands with the hopes of more flexible ankles.

I love reaching out into the perfect pique arabesque, and if I’m lucky, staying there for a second.

I love flying in a sote.

My studio is just a building, my teacher is just another person for me to prove wrong, my friends are magnificent but they’re not what keeps me here.

Dance is my home, dance accepts me everyday. I wish it didn’t have to be this way with everything that’s going on right now in my level, but it’s comforting to know that no matter where I go, what part I get, what level I am, who yells at me, I can dance.

Nobody can earn my technique for me, but nobody can take it away either. God can give me the strength and the determination to get through this. But no human can take away what I have in my mind, which is the desire to be an outstanding dancer. And nobody can change my muscle memory, which I hope is good technique that I am only going to make better. It’s really comforting to know that I dance for myself, nobody does it for me, and no other person can change that. Even people who think I’m weird, even people who want to bring me down, even teachers who see nothing in me. They don’t determine my success as a dancer.

It’s the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you

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