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V festival: makes me think everyone should go to a festival

V Festival was this weekend, and well, it was very much needed. At the age of 22 I’m a festival veteran, I have been going for years with my parents and then with friends and this year would make it 11 years of attending. V festival has most the things I would need for a good weekend, amazing music, crap food, fab company, a fun fair and the fantastic potential of adventure and memories.  

No matter my age I love V, I spending the weekend chilling out and dancing to music. It sets me up for the year as it constantly makes me feel free, myself and happy. I’ve seen my favourite music acts there and discovered new ones. I have made new friends, cemented old ones and known that some were coming to an end there. I’ve celebrated the ending of eras, new ones beginning and simply being alive at V festival.    

The thing about V is that I never stop marvelling at the fact thousands of people choose to spend their time and money sitting in a field (standing if it rains) and listen to music. When you’re there it’s hard to think of anything more wonderful.      

— 2 years ago
#v  #v festival  #festival  #festivals  #music  #life  #love 

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bohemian rhapsody’s not even that good of a song

mama

just killed a blogger

Put a laptop to his head, bashed him up and now he’s dead..

mama, his life had just begun

but now hes gone and thrown it all away

MAMA OOOOHOOOOHHH, He had to die, If I am not blogging by this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on. 

the blogger didn’t really matter…

(Source: armisael, via valerieparker)

— 2 years ago with 27111 notes
#music  #queen  #bohemian  #rhapsody  #blogger 
thatspiffyelephant:

What a Jazz club of the 1920’s would look like 

thatspiffyelephant:

What a Jazz club of the 1920’s would look like 

— 2 years ago with 12 notes
#jazz  #club  #1920  #dance  #music 
Dancing Feet

   I definitely have dancing feet and they are the best thing I have. I can talk for hours about getting the perfect line, movement or position but I’m not going to, as much as I may like chasing the perfect performance that’s not why I love dancing. I love dancing for the sense of freedom, the joy, to feel beautiful, to completely lose yourself and be yourself all at once. I believe that life is not about waiting for the tempest to pass it is about learning to dance through the rain.  

   Dancing is part of my soul, there is nothing better than dancing like no one is watching or dancing a night away until the sunrises and your feet ache. Dancing is everything and it’s all about dreaming. It’s about good music, feeling like you can fly and go on moving forever. I dance to music in my head anywhere any time, I dance in shops and streets as music is pump out. I will always be the first on the floor and the last. I will always allow a rhythm to infect me, I will ask partner after partner until someone will dance with me, I will always chose to get lost spinning with someone special for a moment, than hours sitting together.

   Almost every society and culture has dancing; every child knows that the only thing to do when a song comes on is to jump around like a fool. It is sad that as we get older some of us stop and worry what people will think. When I was 16 I saw two elegant elderly widows, wrapped in scarves and coats gracefully dancing to a band in the park, they laughed their way through dances from their youth and flashes of their early days reflected in their faces. I decided then that if I got nothing else from life, I am going to be a woman who dances in the cold, in the open air, achy and weathered to smile and be happy.     

   Got any good memories about dancing?? When was the last time you danced like no would care??         

— 2 years ago
#Dance  #dancing  #happiness  #life  #storm  #soul  #music 
Dear me,

15:49pm GMT

In Harriet’s Room

Home

Dear me,  

               I would address this more specifically but we do have a terrible habit of changing our preference of what we go by and what people call us. I am writing a letter to my future self, where ever and whenever I have chosen to read it again. This is as bizarre as the last time I did it, if just a little more familiar. I doubt you even get letters anymore, I know that I’ll be sorry about that, I like letters, they will be an archaic form of communication but nevertheless a lost art form. 

   I’m not writing to set us a goal or a target for the future I have no doubt that we will achieve whatever we have set you to do.  This is simply a reminder not to run away from life, happiness and what you really want. I know you, I know what you are like, you let fear of upsetting or hurting the people around you stop you; I don’t think you can live a whole life caring for other people’s emotions and neglecting your own. I speak from experience as much as you like living vicariously and sharing others happiness it’s not really your own.   

   I just want you to remember at an unspecific point in time who you are right now, at this specific moment. I’m lost in the utopia, the no place, stuck in a transition between my youth and adulthood. The things I know is that love is an incredible force, my friends and family are my world and hugs are wonderful. My head is an amazing if complicated place to be. I don’t always like my reflection, sometimes I hate for so many reasons. I have no regrets but I’m not proud of everything I have done. I have never been in love and I don’t believe in it, I’m too pragmatic to believe I would give up everything for someone or that I would open myself up to so much hurt. I don’t even think I could have children I think the pain of love would kill me. I think love for the people around me is killing me. I’m still however at heart the greatest romantic and an optimist masquerading as a pessimist. I lose hours just staring at the beauty in the world, at the splendour of my own little part of it and at the magnificence in the imperfect and small things. I am in utter awe of humanities creativity and its development, especially its ability to communicate ideas and in constant fear of atrocious acts it is capable of. I believe in humanity’s potential. I’m not numb anymore, but I’m not as happy as I used to be, in fact right now I’m terrified, terrified of not becoming the person I am meant to be. I’m terrified but I’m not holding back, I’m not a coward, the path maybe rough but I know deep down I am tough enough for this world. I adore the possibilities I have.      

  I hope you have remembered everything you have learnt up till now, things such as you should always believe in something no matter how small. Maintain that brilliant contradiction of always believing but questioning everything. Always know that magic is everywhere in the world if you look for it. I hope you reading too much, always have a camera to photograph everything and always have a jotter handy to write every moment and thought large and small and everything in between. I hope we still live every moment like it will never happen again, that we have travelled, done and experienced as much as we can, grabbing every chance has created some great memories. I hope we don’t wait till we are ready because I fear we will wait forever. Be happy but remember to feel, don’t let yourself be numb again, don’t let your soul die.    

  I have to wonder where and what I’m doing and who I have become. How do we compare? The person who was, the person now and the person I have become. I can only answer two of those, I hope I have grown and change, my identity still fluid and full of possibilities. I wonder in our quest to reach the stars where did we land? I hope we lost and found ourselves a million times over because that’s the only way to know who we really are. If you are not still a geek, you have betrayed your roots and I hope music, art and literature still makes you giddy and smile. Most of all I hope our pile of good things that has happened in life is bigger than the bad and that neither one has tarnished the other. Everything bad that happens is an experience and everything good is wonderful. I hope that you have learnt from everything that has happened and that everyone who has entered your life did so for a reason and help you grow and be simply you.

I hope you still ramble like this because being in your head most of the time is a pleasure.  

Yours lost in utopia at 21.  

— 2 years ago
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