Love-sessed
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(by deader than yesterday)

desconstruir-me:

buried deep within there’s a human

Rock Hudson photographed by Leo Fuchs while filming Come September, 1961.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
— Iain S. Thomas (via poetisch)
azuhre:

IS THIS NATURAL
My heart itself is already in tangles. A web of nonsense
and a drawerful of necklace chains that I will never
have the patience to separate. I am sounds mixed with
different mediums of light. Six thousand eight hundred
dialects of flesh that I don’t have enough time to
translate into words. This dictionary of skin is unreadable and
Latin is dead because of what we never had the balls to
tell each other.
— Shinji Moon, I Don’t Want To Be Loved. I Just Want To Be Untangled (via perfect)
thecountryfucker:

A painted wall in the abandoned house at Scribe winery.  (at Scribe Winery)
prettypeachpeonies:

Still missing.