Dressed to kill.

Prodigy.

Paraluman. Not because every description fits but because I think they do. 21st century Audrey Hepburn wannabe. The icon died the exact day before I was born. No sidecar. Impossible. A dancer spelled with a G equals danger. iDance. Hi, I'm Gellah.

Thy Love.

See, there's so much to love in this world. Why don't we for a sec forget the hate and disgust, and fall in love instead. Spread thy love.

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Anything goes.

Been stabbed one too many times. I have real friends, some good ones, or so I thought. Look, if you hate me, just don't bother spending time to go here. You know it's not worth your connection bill at all. So there, leave if you loathe. P.S. It's bad to hate. :)

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“ Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

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Rumi (via balletchihuahua)

Dance to reveal the wounds so that you can dance to begin the process of healing them…..

(via franciscogella)

(Source: nellymazloummadri.org.gr)