Dreams, ballet, coffee, french movies, quotes, books, flowers, jewelry, perfumes, cats and beards.
Ask me something sweet.
(Source: aurelie-dupont, via slut-merm4id)
Breaking in new pointe shoes was the best ritual I ever learnt.
Found my last pair of shoes last weekend. Got all nostalgic. This isn’t helping.
as an ex-dancer who got yanked out of the game before i could participate in pointe, i love this.
Also a fascinated non-dancer, and I can’t help but wonder why they come with all the shit that gets torn out and burned...
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but as a non-dancer I’m entirely fascinated by this.