February 2012
13 posts
Beautiful and sunny in Northfield, Minnesota today.
“There’s a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I...”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
January 2012
21 posts
More Solange
Art is why I get up in the morning
Some things I'm happy about
The opportunity to go to sleep early and wake up with sun
Realizing I don’t have to take a shower in the morning because I showered this afternoon
The nice pens I splurged on but were totally worth it
Ballet dancing
Jazz shoes
Good rap songs
Letting myself not value other people’s opinions if they are hurtful to me
Having an incredibly comfortable bed
Oranges
Chocolate
Breakfast...
A Chorus Line
In the 1970’s, Michael Bennet knew he wanted to make a show about what it was really like to be a dancer on Broadway, in all of it’s truth, heartbreak, and grittiness.
In New York City, he gathered together a group of people who were in “the business”—dancers who had been dancing their entire lives. There was wine, and there were drugs, and they talked about what it...
Long story short,
I had a wonderful 2011. I was very happy and did a lot of great things and loved a lot of wonderful people.
Because it was so good, I go into 2012 slightly wary given these high expectations.
Nonetheless, I can only hope this year turns out just as fantastic as the one passed.
Let me love as freely, sing as loudly, write as truly, and learn as vastly as I did in 2011.
December 2011
50 posts
“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with...”
– Patti Smith
1 tag
Wearing my Mom’s leopard print Snuggie and watching He’s Just Not That Into You…
Happy birthday David Sedaris!
the dalai lama walked into a pizzeria and said
teatran:
make me one with everything.
Something I wrote a long time ago
I want to go to Paris.
I want to sip espresso in crowded outdoor cafes with the young gentleman I met at a museum that Sunday afternoon.
He will be tall and mysterious with dark hair and fuzzy scruff across his cheeks and chin. He will speak English with an accent and teach me poetic French sayings. He will love to paint. He will play guitar. He will have a deep, low voice and that tickles my...
Post on my wall from my mom:
“Tree is up Tasha. Come home.”
I love you Mom.
A cover I did a while ago of So Far Around the...
