#dance metaphor

[taxonomycosmos]

The moment you think you understand love, it transforms into something else entirely. It's like watching a city evolve - each interaction between people creates patterns that shape future interactions, yet the whole thing moves and breathes in ways no single interaction can explain. Love operates as both architect and blueprint of itself: your small acts of care shape your partner's responses which reshape your tendencies, spinning out loops that transform both people into versions of themselves that couldn't exist alone. Yet the moment we map these beautiful feedback loops and emergent behaviors, we've somehow missed love's essence - as if describing a dance by listing the positions of feet without capturing the music. This is love's fascinating paradox: it follows the most predictable patterns while remaining fundamentally unpredictable, uses the machinery of systems to create something that escapes systematic explanation entirely. It's both the most analyzed human experience and the one that most stubbornly resists analysis, leaving us with insights that feel simultaneously profound and incomplete.

[vikab]

meta4: dancing all night

[fieriframes]

[I got bit by the bug of love. It laid an egg inside my heart. I went to the doctor to see him. He said my stomach was full of love eggs! The doctor prescribed me 100 kisses. After that, he said the eggs would hatch. So he kissed my stomach 200 times. And then the eggs did their hatching dance! Now my stomach is full of bugs. And my heart is full of love. This is an accurate metaphor. For how all people fall in love. Love eggs, love eggs, coursing through my veins. Love eggs, love eggs, they're eating up my brain. Love eggs, love eggs, I can't get enough. Love eggs, love eggs, they're hatching in my gut.]

[ratpanch]

ANOTHER ONE ❗❗❗❗

[theonekierce]

I let my eyes follow Raffles round the room before replying. He was waltzing with a master's wife—waltzing as he did everything else. Other couples seemed to melt before them. And the woman on his arm looked a radiant girl. -The Field of Phillipi

[tenderjock]

You think we're dancing?

That's all we've ever done.

— Buffy the Vampire Slayer s05e07 “Fool For Love”

BtVS s02e03 "School Hard" / gee i like to think of dead by e. e. cummings / BtVS s05e07 "Fool For Love" / Untitled (Couple Dancing) by e. e. cummings / BtVS s06e09 "Smashed"

[lazzarella]

We've had a proposal and we've had Style and Fadel's mirrors get married onscreen (officiated by Style, no less)—if Fadel and Style get married, I won't be in the least surprised! But I will be absolutely giddy

[rambunctioustoons]

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

i never moved on from that line in hits different "you were the one that i loved, don't need another metaphor it's simple enough". it's hidden in this bombastic, very heavy on metaphors bridge, tugged in between such strong lyrics, but it's such a gut punch when you think about it. at the end of the fifth album with the same muse, after song upon song confessing feelings and love as well as doubt and fears wrapped in so many different images and stories of getaway cars and dive bars, of picket fences and apartments overlooking new york city, of enchanted cabins in the woods and golden strings, of willows and lonely benches in coney island, of clocks striking midnight, there is only one thing left to say. after five albums, all that the narrator ever wanted to convey is this: i love you. however many metaphors used in all the songs, it always comes down to love.

yet there is an implied heaviness in that lyric, because it's written in the past. it's not "you are the one that i love". it's "you were...".

it's over. five albums and a hundred songs.

in all songs from reputation to midnights, "(i) love(d) you" is just used in four songs . none of them are on evermore or midnights. only to start out ttpd with "i love you, it's ruining my life".

[thebabygirlenthusiast]

Begging atlus to make a dancing type spin off for metaphor refantazio I would lose my shit

[hastor]

safest place in the world

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

During the darkest days of the AIDS crisis, we buried our friends in the morning, we protested in the afternoon, and we danced all night.

The dance kept us in the fight because it was the dance we were fighting for. It didn't look like we were going to win then and we did. It doesn't feel like we're going to win now but we could. Keep fighting, keep dancing…

-Dan Savage

[moonshynecybin]

the thing about marc being a whore is that it often starts as a goofy shameless bit but you can literally tell that it is 100% the truth. one hundred percent. his desires literally just get filtered through a thin veneer of ridiculous tomfoolery. like it’s one thing to do a funny little dance. there’s a guy singing on stage throw him a shimmy who cares. it is ANOTHERRRRRR to make that dance entirely whorish and shake ass in front of god and also literally my mother

[fisherrprince]

i have been. sitting on this since literally december of 2021 and just decided to finish the darn thing. brain tries to fix everything

[cygnea]

ADDAM & DAERON - Defiant Dance Unto Death

@holyaches on twitter // Fire & Blood, George R.R. Martin // Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken // Selected Poems: No More Alone, Paul Eluard (trans. Gilbert Bowen) // Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift // The Divine Comedy, Dante Alighieri // Die Young by Kesha // Holy Ground by Taylor Swift // The Battle Over Tumbleton (The Rise of the Dragon) by Ertaç Altinöz // Manos by Erika Seguín Colás // Devotions: Three Things to Remember, Mary Oliver // Lucian // Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare // Sirens by Norman Lindsay // Erasing Faith, Julie Johnson // Choreomania by Florence + The Machine // Rereading a Classic Book for Young Adults: The Representation of Death in Aidan Chambers’ Dance on My Grave - Dimitrios Politis // E.O Wilson // unsourced painting // Fire and Ice, Robert Frost

[theonekierce]

But I held my tongue until we had regained the flat in the cautious manner of our exit, and even there until Raffles rallied me with a hand on either shoulder and an old smile upon his face. “You rabbit!” said he. “Why couldn’t you wait till we got home?” “Why couldn’t you tell me what you were going to do?” I retorted as of yore. “Because your dear old phiz is still worth its weight in innocence, and because you never could act for nuts! -No Sinecure

raffles: is patronising but fond bunny: 🥰💞😘