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No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
Carl Jung  (via moreofamore)

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Photographs by Mark Laita

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Photography by Enzo Dinolfo

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I love sex. I love being tangled up with someone. I love kissing so long and so hard that you are drunk on each other and can’t catch your breath. I love when it’s slow and quiet on a rainy afternoon. I love when it’s fast, so fast, still not fast enough. I love the yes yes yes. I love when it’s all made up words, sheets ripped off the bed and naming new countries you find on each other’s skin. I love the pulse of it ending, unwinding back into separate selves, only to let desire grow again. I love it. (I miss it. It’s been…well…it’s been awhile.) The Dalai Lama

I love sex. I love being tangled up with someone. I love kissing so long and so hard that you are drunk on each other and can’t catch your breath. I love when it’s slow and quiet on a rainy afternoon. I love when it’s fast, so fast, still not fast enough. I love the yes yes yes. I love when it’s all made up words, sheets ripped off the bed and naming new countries you find on each other’s skin. I love the pulse of it ending, unwinding back into separate selves, only to let desire grow again. I love it. (I miss it. It’s been…well…it’s been awhile.) The Dalai Lama

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Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via hip-)

Understatement…and thankful for it. 

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