Hope Whispers Fire


I keep telling my body, skin and bones, heart and lungs, that this type of sound is not conducive to the dance I know, the precision and power hammered into an unrecognizable grace of form. I keep telling my body that there isn’t even any of that left in us, that it was slowly and methodically crushed out of our sinews by time and grief. Maybe I should still my mind. Maybe I should shut up and listen to my body. Maybe I should remember what it is to bend and stretch and breathe and soar.

No matter where you’re from, your dreams are valid.

—Lupita Nyong’o in her Academy Award acceptance speech (via larmoyante)