Two Hands, Self | Photographer Joanne Leah
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I remember that time we were sippin on wine
I could see it in your eyes, you were feeling alive
Why tell you I was good, why the fuck would I lie?
Being together is the miracle, being together and caring. Sleeping together, feet touching, legs touching. Being asleep and together.
Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)
hello depression, welcome back
