Tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade.

It’s 2 am and I’m thinking of you

Let me suck the blood from your fingertips

And turn it all into rose petals

Sway gently at my feet

Cloud the water stirring soft

I am the passenger

To my heart’s desires


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destroyed-and-abandoned:

Abandoned mansion in Lithuania Source: Shiagur (reddit)

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aizea:

Haircut, 1994
Elinor Carucci

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howtobeafuckinglady:

Jean Paul Gaultier Spring 1996

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brittlememories:

Cape cod, august 2014(2)

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adoraits:

vintage

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And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
by She was always holding my hand  (via
fabulousbitch69)

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