Belle Lily

British wordsmith & dancer // side account (where I post more frequently): pathsandplanes

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Green bird print dress

Today I think I have a starling trapped inside my rib cage

I can feel its wings flapping and I cannot distinguish its loneliness from mine.

I can tell - it wants to fly with its flock, it should not be kept inside

I ache for it to be free, but how can I free it without cutting myself open?

- Belle Lily, 1st December 2017

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Dear Royston Smith,

Once again, you've voted for something that has led to death. I'd like to know how you think you're furthering human rights (literally your words). I'd like to know how you're serving the people of Southampton, I'd especially like to know how you think you can do that without asking our opinions on anything. I want to apologise to all the people who have been affected by your selfishness, your ignorance and your appalling attitudes, somehow, we elected you to make decisions on our behalf. You're disgusting and I would like to remind you (once again) that you don't represent me. I am without words. How many people in our area are in council housing? You're disgusting. You are so disgusting. Don't you dare pretend that you care about human rights, but I will GLADLY refresh your memory of where you've failed to do that. You are evil. Ps, friendly reminder, people on low incomes and people living in foreign countries are humans (if you're not sure what one is, because I don't think you are one, I will gladly send you some diagrams and further reading)

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Grey rain falls over grey London in my grey mind

I want to see bright skies, dark skies, starlit skies, skies rumbling with thunder, skies over deserts, skies over cities, skies over snow, skies over fields, purple skies, blue skies, red skies I don't want to wake up and see the same grey sky over the same grey buildings every day. I want to meet people with stories different from mine who can teach me how to love differently and live differently. I want to meet people who smile and laugh and cry differently. I want to meet people who know different things and I want to know people who want to know different things. I am so bored of wading through concrete. - Belle Lily, 2nd June 2017

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james I don’t want to play chess ok

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~~~subtweet about James~~~

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Anna, pretending you're in Victorious isn't going to help you write an essay about the accounts of the Royal Opera House

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Learn all about Sia’s passion for dance and explore the history between her and choreographer Ryan Heffington in The New York Times!

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Today I had a job interview at one of my favourite dance companies and I got to see costumes from one of the greatest works ever choreographed and the ballet shoes of the founder of the company like I don't even mind if I don't get the job anymore I'm so happy that I got to see these things

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I'm going to dance for the Queen tomorrow and I'm pretty freakin excited

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Artists of the Royal Swedish Ballet rehearsing Alexander Ekman’s A Midsummer’s Night Dream (x)

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2012

"Do more, be more”, you told me

So I did more and became more, but only for a brief period of time

Before I shrunk back down below the ground

I am afraid to be happy.

“I am less, less is what I deserve”, I tell myself

But I find myself dreaming of what I could be or what I could have

Flirtation with my wildest self sparked life

Still, I am afraid to be happy.

- Belle Lily, 9th April 2016

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Violet

I cannot tear myself away,

It’s an addiction, can’t you see?

Wielding this weapon,

Snarling at the girl in the mirror,

And she shrinks timidly.

I charge with my weapon

At the mirror, the girl is gone

Her shrieks drench me

And I am not satisfied.

- Belle Lily, 10th February 2016

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There's nothing to say, nothing to write, No speech, no words can fully describe The way I am vaporised In the pool of your light. I am drowning, blissfully, Softly and perfectly. You have rescued me, for an eternity Your hand rests on my shoulder And squeezing and directing. I am nothing but an atom

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Most days I want to go everywhere and see everything, other days, I want to see nothing because it is all so magically overwhelming that I can never forget forged friendships and the thought of never seeing a person or a place ever again is near impossible to comprehend

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More about why I love David Bowie:

When I was a young teenager, I remember sitting alone at the computer, listening to Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide over and over again. I was in a place where my best friend kind of stopped being my friend and I had to let them go, and I just wasn’t sure of who I had left. There was a period of about three weeks during which the only time I spoke was to answer the register at school. This was partly because I was so upset, and partly because I just had nothing to say to anyone. I was alone and I’d been replaced again and why did this always happen to me was I that bad did I even deserve to live what was the point if no one could stick by me. Then David Bowie suddenly crashed into my life, crying “oh no, love, you’re not alone”, begging me to take his hand and to see that I was wonderful. I listened to that again and again, and the words became true because David Bowie was there with me. He told me that there was always someone there to take the pain, and he did - he took my pain. I wish, and I imagine so many other people wish, that I could tell him what he did, how he touched my life, reminded me that there was always someone there. Even now, at 22, I still need to listen to that song, sometimes to remind myself that I have people who love me surrounding me. The fact that I’m not alone is always difficult to remain aware of, and a lot of the time that leads me to withdraw from people and to cut myself off.

So I guess, Mr Bowie, what I want to say is thank you. Thank you so very, very much. At times when I wasn’t sure about anything you told me to love myself because I was wonderful. You did your own thing, you didn’t care at all what people thought about you, and you did it so exquisitely well. You were and are an example to me. I love you and I sincerely hope you are showing everyone a freakin awesome time on Mars, or wherever you are now.