The Girl Who Played With Chalk |
The delicate drops of summer rain right before it pours. The delicious crackle of an old book as the binding gently bends. These are the beauties of the world that I want to remember. I try to capture the subtle sanctities of life here. None of the images or quotes are mine....only the commentary. |
peacock feathers rule.
(via ballare)
peacock feathers rule.
THAT TUTU!! gah…
oh my, absolutely gorgeous!
WHY HAVE I NOT GONE TO SEE LINES YET
missing ballet so much!