#if you’re ever bored look up the history of lindy hopping so fun

[ldreamofgenie]

“Wine-maiden

Of the jazz-tuned night,

Lips

Sweet as purple dew,

Breasts

Like the pillows of all sweet dreams,

Who crushed

The grapes of joy

And dripped their juice

On you?”

—To A Black Dancer In “The Little Savoy.” Langston Hughes (1926)