(Source: waterjewdoing, via kevinsardy)
I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist.
I think you of all people would understand that because I think you of all people are alive and appreciate what that means. At least I hope you do because other people look to you for strength and friendship and it’s that simple. At least that’s what I’ve heard.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
”— The Perks of Being A Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
jewschool asked: remember that time when we made out
remember that time i was completely trashed? HAAAAAH.
I could never explain how much I love and need dance in my life. Dance is literally my drug. Dance is my art. Dance is my therapy… It is so many things to me, I can’t even list them all. I love the euphoric sensation I feel every time I step onto the floor or stage; and when the music starts to play, it shoots through my veins and gives me so much adrenaline and energy that I can’t contain it. I love being able to dance and let myself go and literally not feel any negative emotions or pain; everything is numbed and I’m happy. It’s like my soul is being pulled out from underneath a rock and my true being is being exposed. When I’m dance, I’m at my most vulnerable state, but it’s also the only time I feel strong. A jolt of energy passes through every particle of me and I can feel the life radiating from myself. I love dance, and no one could ever truly understand my passion unless they’ve felt it themselves. I can’t accurately put it into words, but I can say that the only time I can truly be myself is when I’m on the floor doing what I love.