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Max’s Wings

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Today marks the day that Max got his real wings. He deserves them for sure. He was such a beautiful spirit and dog. I have never meet any creature who was more pure of heart then he was. He spread happiness and love where ever he went. He helped me grow up, taught me that no matter what he would be by our sides, tail wagging. He had an innocence about him that made him special. This innocence was something one gets from having a pure heart that only knows kindness and love and no darkness what so ever. I think he saved my life at least once if not more. He was always there through the good and the bad. If anyone had a chance to see me or any one in my family with him they would understand how much he means to us. I don’t think I have ever seem my dad cry like that before or see my mom not want to come home tonight alone. To us he was human. He acted like a human, was extremely smart, and his eyes. If you looked into his eyes you saw a human soul. They were big and brown and had an understanding that I have not seen in other animals. He loved love and loved attention and loved us and me. In the end all he was living on was love. I am glad he is now comfortable in heaven. I bet they are all up there loving on him and welcoming him home with welcome arms. After his heart stopped I felt his spirit in the room. Jumping around and wagging his tail, staying with us because he knew we were sad. I never thought I would grieve this much about anything in my life. Sometimes it is like I can’t breath, like I am suffocating.  I didn’t know a human could cry this much in a day. But it is ok because one day I will see him again. 

In the mean time I want to do something. I am going to make a scrapbook of all the pictures of him. Also going to make a story book and write down all the good memories of him. Ones I want to keep and never forget. 

Death is a step on the journey and he is on his way. He will always have a special place in my heart.

A DOGS PLEA:

"Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness then the loving heart of mine.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will  more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domestic animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory then the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.

Feed me clean food that I may stay well to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side willing, and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, my friend, when I am very old and no longer enjoy good health, hearing, and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath i draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.”

-Maggie


I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

– Oscar Wilde (via liqiud) Via Flower

Free Writing Assignment.

I recent had to free write. In this I listened to music and wrote down anything that came into my head (does not have to make sense). What resulted I think is beautiful: (this is just a snippet)

The phrases of our minds move mountains more then the bodies of our hearts. We are. We will be. Life, Live, Love. Sometimes path of our lives are hidden away from our eyes and our souls. The Valley to view such pits of paths are gone. We are fighting, flowing, floating away from reality. One piece, two, four. It runs as if its steps are endless passions of emotion. The pressure and force allows pause to focus on the moment, the beauty, the gore. We must have both if we are to be made of the stuff we call human. Human. A Being. A state of being we are in the present. Both influenced by the past and the prospect of some unforetold future.


Haven’t been on this in a while. A lot has happened since then. 

Dance has been progressing. I feel myself getting better. I am preparing myself and working as hard as I can to meet my goals. It is not that I just want to do this as a career. I have to dance. It is in my code of being. It is just something every fiber of myself craves to do. Dance is one of the things, throughout my life that has always made me truly happy. I see my own potential (especially at my age). It is time to use that and push to fulfill it. Can’t stop. Won’t ever stop, as long as I live and breath I will be apart of dance because it is a part of me. But yes! Time to push forward and train harder and smarter. Lets go!



aurelie-dupont:

Kristina Shapran - Большой балет (Big ballet) photoshoot


Via Dying for Dance


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Clara - Bushwick, Brooklyn

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What if in the future we develop technology that tells us, when we are sick, who precisely made us sick. And then that person, who made us sick,  would either have to go to trial or pay a fine. 

A world where crime is so low that you can go to jail for giving someone the common cold. 







(Source: chinabeautys)


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