explore-blog:
It’s not love, or tenderness, or affection, it’s life itself, my life, that I found what I saw it in your hands, in your month and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
Frida Kahlo’s remarkable love letters to Diego Rivera
url: http://netlex.tumblr.com/post/51876735907 by Netlex
