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The Untenable Economics of Dancing

"The vast majority of dancers enter the field with unrealistic career expectations, embarking on a life of personal uncertainty, financial precariousness and physical risk while the systems in place – the systems that allocate funding, the systems that evaluate quality and determine aesthetics, the systems that drive the marketplace even in the not-for-profit sector – persist not only with business as usual, but in perpetrating the illusion that this is an economically viable life choice."

NYC as Global City: A Decade of Change

The economic/cultural/racial shifts of NYC since Bloomberg.

The longest distance
is between two people
who loved each other once.
|| Maza-Dohta   (via maza-dohta)

(via faithevebee)

one of these years...

 

one of these days (years) we will speak again.

one of these minutes (hours) we will see each other without ache.

one of these moments (again) we will reconcile.

one of these nights (why always night) I will not remember with tears.

one of these days (years) I will stop stalking your…

Savory Oatmeal!!!

Italy is a cliche of itself. (taken in Trastevere, Roma)

Italy is a cliche of itself. (taken in Trastevere, Roma)

// one of these years…//

one of these days (years) we will speak again.

one of these minutes (hours) we will see each other without ache.

one of these moments (again) we will reconcile.

one of these nights (why always night) I will not remember with tears.

one of these days (years) I will stop stalking your tumblr (because you have obliterated my existence from every other stupid technological medium) for any tiny piece that lets me know you’re okay, and reminds me how much I still miss you.

one of these…someday, I hope, but it will be on your terms.

you asked me to write you a poem…I assume you never received my letter, so this must suffice for now.

// Every time…//

Every time I feel something for someone…I end up either a) being bad, or b) they want to “be causal”, but actually just want to be with someone else.

This may be either a) one of those “fool me once” situations, or b) a real sign that I need to focus more on my art and personal growth…I vote B.

Underwater Photos Of Dogs Fetching Their Ball

bytonight:

I remember the way you laughed
but I try not to think about that.
I remember the night you called and said
you you were tired of being sad,
well so was I.
Most nights just look like smeared charcoal
all in shades of grey and black.

And I could call out your name
but the sound would never reach you.
Or I could call you on the phone
and have nothing to say.

beautiful lady

bytonight:

dance.

thanks to my grrl margie for letting me drag her around NYC for a weekend!

bytonight:

dance.

thanks to my grrl margie for letting me drag her around NYC for a weekend!

when you find out your ex is dating someone else and all these intense emotions come spilling back from that black box you tried to hide them in - feels like the niagara of shit. 

when you find out your ex is dating someone else and all these intense emotions come spilling back from that black box you tried to hide them in - feels like the niagara of shit. 

bytonight:

dance.

bytonight:

dance.

a teacher in my elementary school, Ms. Wagner, once told me, “you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your body”. She was so right - I am still a space cadet, leaving breadcrumbs of my stuff everywhere.

No congruency to this thing. Just random.