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whattheendoftheworldlookedlike:

Moscow, 1967.
Tonight everything hurts, not only the separation, but this terrible hunger of body and mind for you which every day you are increasing, stirring more and more. I don’t know what I am writing. Feel me holding you as I have never held you before, more deeply, more sadly, more desperately, more passionately.
by Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller  (via age-ofconsent)

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fuckingfreud:

USSR. Moscow. the illuminated Kremlin buildings. 1947.
Robert Capa

amu-baqi:

when you refuse to look at your bank account balances and pretend like everything is ok

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