Simon, if it actually bothers you I won’t ask about it anymore, but I am now insanely curious about you dancing in the 1920’s. Again though, will buzz off if actually upsetting.

ain-individual:

imgoingtogobacktheresomeday:

simonalkenmayer:

imgoingtogobacktheresomeday:

simonalkenmayer:

imgoingtogobacktheresomeday:

simonalkenmayer:

I cannot talk about it because I know what people will do, and within minutes, someone will be scouring some archive for photographic evidence.

Simon just send them all the photos of me from yesterday

I’m not sure that’s what they want.

Look here, I danced briefly. In public. As a profession. Why? Because it gave me access to some things I wanted to manage. I was very pretty and went to great extremes to make sure I fit in. I was very good at it. I am still. And no, you may not have pictures, because that ruins the experiment.

A N G S T

I was the one listening to Jazz. How do you get to have angst?

Because you have the exact right body type for all the gorgeous wonderful dresses and I want to see them because I know you swanned around in hand-beaded opulence and DAMN IT I want to seeeeee

THE ANIMATOR IN ME IS BEING BARELY RESTRAINED FROM CRYING OUT IN DESPERATION

Weep. I shall tread upon your tears in my dancing shoes, which you shall never see.

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