Non c’è mai stato nulla. Non ci siamo baciati, non siamo andati a letto.
Mi bastavano quei rari contatti. Un abbraccio, un bacio sul collo, un morso sul collo, una carezza sul fianco. Le mie mani tra i tuoi ricci biondi. Mi bastava.
📷 20/2/2020 Australia
“And sometimes, against all odds, against logic, we hope.”
📷 Photography by Morten Lasskogen
it could’ve been worse, uhm i basically just stood around for a while which sucked but it’s money. now i have a headache tho :(
This was actually written in only 5 minutes. I feel like most poetry is. That is, of course, if this even is poetry. Once you get in that feeling and everything zones out it becomes so simple. I like to just fade off into positive thoughts. My first thoughts are always the topics. I think it is because I had roses on my mind. And trust me, I need the heat back ASAP. I like stories of development. Growth. There is different factors to an individuals growth but they all depend on how you use them. Good or bad. Always a choice.
Led Zeppelin: 4 turn ons
Dark hair; a beautiful smile; self-assurance; good eyebrows
The Doors: 2 places you’d like to visit
Texas & Tennessee
Jimi Hendrix: Name 8 things that make you happy
Hiking; forests; gardens; cereal; driving back into my city after being away; writing; blankets; my cat!
Thank you so much, sunshine ☀️💕
Sunshine!! ☀️ today has been wonderful! I hope your day is just as amazing
Such a perfect #WagginWednesday 🐶
Hope you were able to get some sunshine today ☀️