Hopelessly Addicted to Love

I'm a dancer and a choreographer. I like taking photos. I think too much.


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Its a cycle. (true love is dead)

Its a cycle. 

It only takes getting hurt once to cause you to build up your armor and loose your ability to trust.

And because of the steel now surrounding your heart, you end up hurting the next person who tries to get in. Whether you realize you did or not.

And then this person gets their armor, and ends up hurting someone else, and so on, and so on.

Until we’re all just damaged. 

Unable to love or be loved. 

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I was meant to walk this earth alone. 

Finding an inner peace with the reality of this statement will be what I need to be happy, and to be free. 

I think I was meant to walk this world alone. 

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One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of. J.D. Salinger (via mckenn)

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