What if I just give up.
(Source: ill-face-myself)
I love dancing because…
it makes me feel free. Wonderful. Amazing.
It’s not just something that you do, it’s something that you love. When I dance, I can forget the world and everything around me. Whatever mess I was in before would disappear and I can enjoy those few precious hours of moving with my heart.
I may not be great at dancing, and I’m far from the best, but that doesn’t change my feelings for it.
I don’t know, I’m just proud that I’m able to say the words “I’m a dancer.”
:)
1 weeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!
…just slightly excited :P
I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.
(Source: w-intersonata)
This makes me happy :P
Anonymous asked: Who is your icon a picture of?
Siobhan Dillon and Sheridan Smith :) x
