" I didn’t get lost in you, I fucking drowned. "

tatiusflame:

Shrine Exposition Hall, Los Angeles, December, 1967.

(via folkmoonmagic)

" Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other, who think the same thoughts without need of speech. "
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" How beautiful would it be to find someone who’s in love with your mind. "
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