Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."
— Jorge Luis Borges (via jerahmyirvine)
Anonymous asked: Ballet Dancing. Information that you can give me on ballet dancing? A character being a Ballet dancer
Some more links specifically on ballet:
- Personal opinion about pointe shoes - flutterbye-5
- Pirouette tips from Gillian Murphy & Ethan Stiefel - iwontdance
- How to Portray a Ballerina - rpstagram
- The Basics of Playing a Ballet Dancer - shutupcaboose
- Writing a Ballet Dance Scene - whataboutwriting
- Description: Describing a Ballerina - writing-questions-answered
Outside tumblr (general):
- Ballet - coreofculture.org
- The History of Ballet (pdf file) - thecharlestonballet.com
- Ballet 101 - washingtonballet.org
- Ballet for Beginners - dance.about.com
- Ballet FAQs - atlantaballet.com
- Ballet Dictionary - abt.org
- 100 (more or Less) Ballet Terms Defined - dancer.com
- A One Stop Classical Ballet Resource - classicalmusic.about.com
- Dance Nutrition - ballettechohio.org
- Nutrition - daniellekmuir.wordpress.com
- What Do Ballet Dancers Eat - theclassicalgirl.com
- The Health Risks of Having a Ballet Dancer’s Body - dance.answers.com
- Ballet and Dance - healthychildren.org
- Bone Health and Female Dancers - iadms.org
- Your Best Body: Blister 911 - pointemagazine.com
- Pointe Shoe Guide - pointemagazine.com
- Great Stretch Tips from Dance Spirit Mag and Hilary Cartwright - balletpages.blogspot.com
Outside tumblr (experiences):
- Profile of a Ballerina - californiaconversations.com
- How Hard is the Life of a Professional Ballet Dancer? - channel4.com
- A Day in the Life of a Prima Ballerina, Elza Leimane - citypaper-archive.com
- A Day in the Life of a Ballet Dancer - diabloballet.wordpress.com
- The Life of a Royal Ballet Dancer - telegraph.co.uk
- Dancing With the Truth - wga.org
Outside tumblr (videos):
Hope that helps! Sorry for the wait!
— Judith Herman in Trauma and Recovery (via aloegoo)
HAS ANYONE SEEN CAPTAIN AMERICA 2 YET???? MY STEVE FEELS EVERYTHING IS PERFECT AND NOT OK
EXAMS BE OVER SOON SO I CAN WRITE STEVE ONESHOTS AND FEELS ALSO LET US DISCUSS THE PERFECTION OF SAM WILSON
I don’t know what asshole invented the idea that teenage girls are the cause for all evil, but I really hope that person never has to raise one. I don’t want him to see her dissolve in his fingers as society tells her to eat less, be thinner, be the damsel in distress, be something for a man to fix, be different but not too different, be special but never ever a special snowflake - I don’t want him to watch as she realizes that no matter what she loves, she’ll be made fun of for it. She can simply like her coffee from Starbucks and suddenly she’s vapid and thinks herself poetic. She’ll want to play video games but be called a fake nerd, particularly if she poses in any remotely flirtatious way because for some reason despite the entire community playing games with poorly dressed women they still hate it when a real girl wears less clothing, she will be seen as trespassing in a specifically male space - but when she falls in love with a female-based television show for children, she’ll watch as men step on themselves to sexualize it. If she wants old-fashion romance she’s seen as being naive but at the same time is told to keep herself ‘pure’ for some dude that might not hurt her. If she admits to being anything, she makes herself a target. She will be told her worth is based on how much a man values her. She might love to cook but she’ll hate being asked to stay in the kitchen, she might love to read but get told she’s too introverted by half the population and ‘not that special’ by the other. If she loves to go out and party, she’s ‘just another college co-ed,’ if she loves to spend her friday nights watching anime, she’s a shut-in. God forbid she be proud of something: the words “I’m different from other girls” are a death sentence because we live in a society that doesn’t want to see women like that, a society that doesn’t like the idea maybe we all are actually different and not carbon copies of each other, maybe we all would like to feel unique and loved and worth knowing - maybe the real problem is that she will be raised to believe being a girl means silicone and photoshop and dying as a way to move forwards a plot - and she doesn’t want to be seen as that. When she says “I’m not like other girls,” she means she’s not like the girls she sees on tv, these invented two-dimensional creatures that say one line and then get chased down by monsters.
She can try all she likes. She’ll be shut down at every single fucking turn. What she doesn’t know is that they’re getting her ready for when she’s grown up because she’ll be so used to being stepped on she’ll just give up. Why respect women when you don’t even respect little girls?
And when she is burning up, when she mentions that her insides are volcanoes and her skin is too thin to contain them: she will be told she is hysterical, that she’s doing it for attention.
I don’t want him to watch as she shuts down, as she learns to live as a paradox, I don’t want him to see her rip herself to shreds in order to be perfect, I don’t want him to realize that there’s no way she’ll get help because she’s only doing what she’s told."
— Teenage girls aren’t the downfall of society, society is the downfall of teenage girls. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
As women, when we’re children we’re taught to enter the world with big hearts. Blooming hearts. Hearts bigger than our damn fists. We are taught to forgive - constantly - as opposed to what young boys are taught: Revenge, to get ‘even.’ Our empathy is constantly made appeals to, often demanded for. If we refuse to show kindness, we are reprimanded. We are not good women if we do not crush our bones to make more space for the world, if we do not spread our entire skin over rocks for others to tread on, if we do not kill ourselves in every meaning of the word in the process of making it cozy for everyone else. It is the heat generated by the burning of our bodies with which the world keeps warm. We are taught to sacrifice so much for so little. This is the general principle all over the world.
By the time we are young women, we are tired. Most of us are drained. Some of us enter a lock of silence because of that lethargy. Some of us lash out. When I think of that big, blooming heart we once had, it looks shriveled and worn out now. When I was teaching, I had a young student named Mariam. She was only 11 years old. Some boy pushed her around in class, called her names, broke her spirit for the day. We were sitting under a chestnut tree on a field trip and she asked me if a boy ever hurt me. I told her many did and I destroyed them one by one. I think that’s the first time she ever heard the word ‘destroyed.’ We rarely teach our girls to fight back for the right reasons.
Take up more space as a woman. Take up more time. Take your time. You are taught to hide, censor, move about without messing up decorum for a man’s comfort. Whether it’s said or not, you’re taught balance. Forget that. Displease. Disappoint. Destroy. Be loud, be righteous, be messy. Mess up and it’s fine – you are learning to unlearn. Do not see yourself like glass. Like you could get dirty and clean. You are flesh. You are not constant. You change. Society teaches women to maintain balance and that robs us of our volatility. Our mercurial hearts. Calm and chaos. Love only when needed; preserve otherwise.
Do not be a moth near the light; be the light itself. Do not let a man’s ocean-big ego swallow you up. Know what you want. Ask yourself first. Decide your own pace. Decide your own path. Be cruel when needed. Be gentle only when needed. Collapse and then re-construct. When someone says you are being obscene, say yes I am. When they say you are being wrong, say yes I am. When they say you are being selfish, say yes I am. Why shouldn’t I be? How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles.
There are multiple lessons we must teach our young girls so that they render themselves their own pillars instead of keeping male approval as the focal point of their lives. It is so important to state your feelings of inconvenience as a woman. We are instructed to tailor ourselves and our discomfort - constantly told that we are ‘whining’ and ‘nagging’ and ‘complaining too much.’ That kind of silence is horribly violent, that kind of insistence upon uniformly nodding in agreement to your own despair, and smiling emptily so no man is ever uncomfortable around us. Male-entitlement dictates a woman’s silence. If we could see the mimetic model of the erasure of a woman’s voice, it would be an incredibly bloody sight.
On a breezy July night, my mother and I were sleeping under the open sky. Before dozing off, I told her that I think there is a special place in heaven where all wounded women bury their broken hearts and their hearts grow into trees that only give fruit to the good and poison to the bad. She smiled and said Ameen. Then she closed her eyes."
this is so empowering! beautiful
OMG I AM AT MY CONCLUSION AND JUST NEED A FEW MORE WORDS AND I AM DONE AND I ACTUALLY KIND OF LIKE MY ESSAY EVEN THOUGH I MOSTLY RAMBLE AND DON’T REALLY ANALYZE YAYYYY
Thank you everyone for helping me focus and not despair ^_^