58/365: joanne
kung fu/tai chi classmate when i started class, you supported me when i felt self-conscious and awkward. when we practiced take downs, i simply could not let you fall. now we support one another. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.
kung fu/tai chi classmate when i started class, you supported me when i felt self-conscious and awkward. when we practiced take downs, i simply could not let you fall. now we support one another. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.
friend i’ve never even met you face to face, but i consider you one of my good friends. i’m sure the day we meet, the universe will shake with our laughter. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.
I’m sitting in the salon at 11am on a Saturday morning, in my stinking sweaty martial arts uniform, surrounded by a gaggle of chattering older women. It’s ‘beauty shop’, day. If I close my eyes, I can imagine them all as plump preeneing hens, clucking away on their nests. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.