My Provincial Life.

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vaganovaboy:

Lopatkina Giselle at Mariinsky Theatre, photo (c) Mark Olich

vaganovaboy:

Lopatkina Giselle at Mariinsky Theatre, photo (c) Mark Olich

faerybites:

☾☆

faerybites:

☾☆

(Source: earth-of-eye, via sincerelykristi)

theatricallyameow:

Yep. That’s what I do for a living.

theatricallyameow:

Yep. That’s what I do for a living.

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marniaportal:

International Hispanic Theatre Festival of Miami | Knight Arts :: Escena de la obra teatral “Decir lluvia y que llueva”, presentada dentro del Festival Internacional de Teatro Hispano en Miami.

marniaportal:

International Hispanic Theatre Festival of Miami | Knight Arts :: Escena de la obra teatral “Decir lluvia y que llueva”, presentada dentro del Festival Internacional de Teatro Hispano en Miami.

(via design-production)

riverofbones:

vintage blog ❂

riverofbones:

vintage blog 

(Source: breadandolives, via ignis-et-glacies)

(Source: innerdisorder, via sincerelykristi)

(via missvoodoodoll)

"They say, “You can’t turn a bad girl good But once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever” I mourn forever, shit I’ve got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever…"

Jay-z- Song Cry


rraaaarrl:

Also, Barda and Granny Goodness share a dance??

rraaaarrl:

Also, Barda and Granny Goodness share a dance??

gadalafata:

If/Then DC 2013, front row end of Act I

gadalafata:

If/Then DC 2013, front row end of Act I

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thearetical:

A Girl Named Elastika: An Animated Adventure in Office Supplies, by Guillaume Blanchet

(via sharanga)

"Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state, A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake, No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber, Until I realize that it was you who held me under. Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs. No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone. No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden. No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love, No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love, No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world…"

Florence and the Machine - Blinding