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10 Bleps That Prove A Cat Is Cutest When Its Tongue Is Out

The Blep: An adorable phenomenon that involves the protrusion of a cat’s cute pink tongue, often due to forgetfulness. 
Here we observe the blep in its many beautiful manifestations. 

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Q: How do you know if a dancer is about to walk into the room?
A: You can hear her super sized extra strength Motrin rattling in her bag from down the hall.

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I’m not really sure how to captions something this good

holy crap


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"You have to be odd to be number one."

Dr. Seuss

This changed me

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I’m sure this means something, but don’t ask me what.


I’m sure this means something, but don’t ask me what.

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My Dance Story →


I’ve loved seeing so many people’s amazing and inspiring stories. Mine is fairly unique, so I thought some of you might enjoy it.

My story started ten years ago when I was 24 and in grad school. I had made a challenge for myself to try something new each term. I took a screenprinting class, tried…

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14 years old:I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
17 years old:Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
21 years old:What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?
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Oh, look. Another one. No reference (and it shows…yikes).


Oh, look. Another one. No reference (and it shows…yikes).

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i found this picture of leonardo dicaprio


so i just




im sorry.


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when the person you hate tries joking with you


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when you hate your legs 
remember that they carried you through the hardest parts of your life. they get you out of bed every day and take you to what you love.

when you hate your stomach
remember that it helped you gain strength. it holds the memories of deep laughter and great meals. it is full of warmth and joy.

when you hate your arms
remember that they are strong, which makes you strong. but they are also soft and can be used to cuddle and hold the ones you love.

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We say it’s all about the dance.
It is.
We say it doesn’t matter how we do.
That’s true.

We say that as long as we danced our best, finished strong with outstretched chest,
As long as our teachers will still be proud, as others make their way up through the crowd,
As long as we didn’t fall on our face, and tumble our way to last place,
As long as we still have the next competition, the next opportunity to apply correction,

Results don’t matter.

But how many of us believe that’s true?

When tears stream down and it’s not a win,
When you choke them down to hug your friend,
When your name is called far sooner than expected,
When your once-near dream has been rejected,

When your breathing was too heavy,
Your jumps too low,
When you just weren’t ready,
Your work didn’t show.

When everything we believed
Falls at our blistered feet,

What matters?

Every feis you didn’t lose.
The day you qualified.
Your first pair of shoes.

Each and every blister.
"Is that your real hair?"
And your dance school sister.

Irish dance tunes.
"You Riverdance, right?"
Joe Bitter. *swoons*

The little girl that you inspire.
Your favorite dress.
That Irish fire.

St. Patrick’s day shows.
Softshoe en pointe.
New hardshoe woes.

Watching beginners.
Learning new steps.
Congratulating winners.

Watching YouTube POCs.
Celtic Star.
Leaps that freeze.

Early morning feises.
Protein-heavy breakfast.
Ogling the sashes.

Your dance school’s jacket.
Irish Dance Magazine.
And feis stage racket.

Gavin models.
And overpriced dancewear.

Post-major blues.
Your second family.
New practice shoes.

Your teachers’ pride.
Getting that trick.
Learning to fly.

Results don’t matter.
It’s all about dance.
You can dance forever.
Competing is a chance.

Go practice with pride, no matter what your placement was.
Champions are those who can smile at defeat. Those who dance because they love it.
Congratulations. You danced beautifully.

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#Irish Dance  #results  #parade of chamions 



I found this on Youtube a few nights ago.
Every Irish dancer needs to watch this.

Every. Single. One.


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