Are you afraid of me? Because I'm afraid of you. Cause I'm afraid of what this could mean. And I'm afraid of what this could do. These bittersweet notions of forever - blossom and find me in my dreams. If we should die, I hope we die together. If not, at least youI'll know just where I'll be... Going to hell, I know, I know. I don't care, I'm in love. I'm going to hell with you - with you, with you, with you. I don't care, I'm in love, in love. Only you can save me I'm a sinner. Save me I'm, save me I'm a sinner. // #FarrelletoFriday #Farrelleto #colinfarrell #jaredleto #goingtohell #miguel #lovewins #lovethemtogether #sogorge

I'm irrationally attracted to pics or moments of him when he is not utter perfection? When the subject moved to quick for the photographer - and he's just an erratic blur. When he's posed slightly awkward to accommodate someone else. When his eyes are heavy-lidded. When his makeup has been lived thru, performed-out, smudged and sweated-over... @jaredleto // #jaredleto #sogorge #hotmess #emphasisonhot #letostyle #2007 #fuckinggorgeous

Every possible direction ahead and over your shoulder, to turn to and to turn from. And what went thru his head in this moment? A phonecall from a year ago. A broken bit of lyric he wrote 8 years ago. The last sentence from a book he bought but never read in full. The opening lines of dialogue from a familiar film. /I’m a connoisseur of roads. I’ve been tasting roads my whole life. This road will never end. It probably goes all around the world./ And the sediment settles - some dust picks up in the wind and infests his clothes his hair his lungs. And things feel so different out here. The pebbles in his shoes the stones in his palms. The sense of something familiar in something brand new. Sometimes home becomes otherworldly - outside you; its biology and makeup - beyond you; always slightly out of reach. And you begin to think even your voice sounds different? The weight of your thoughts and things you meant to say when you said something else. That one phonecall and the others that followed. It sits differently. In the base of your curve. In the hinge connecting your skull to your spine and the line to the harness. When you return to where you have your mail delivered, your calls forwarded, your bed made, you realize then in the feel of the debris settling in the depths of your lungs the lines of your hands, that nothing will be how you remember leaving it. @jaredleto (photo by @renan_ozturk) // #GreatWideOpen #jaredleto #yosemite #thoughts #sogorge #lovehimbeyond #2015