22. New York, New York. Much Love.
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You’ve invaded my mind with my vivid imagination as your deadliest ally. Words never spoken (via spokenwithease)
losing you was a small death rupi kaur (via rupikaur)
Dear PTSD,
I’ve always wondered what my father was like before you met him Rudy Francisco (via rudyfrancisco)
Write a symphony that fills the broken with inspiration, so they too can dance along with their nearest constellation. Words never spoken  (via spokenwithease)

Ballet Nacional de Cuba’s dancers in the studio. Photo by James Rowbotham