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Call Me by Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
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You are my random luck of the universe.
Whatever happens, I’ll always be by your side. ❤️
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“To be with you on my bed. In your bed.”
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timothée chalamet as elio in call me by your name (2017). 
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Happy All Hallows’ Eve! Beautiful photos from the Trail of Tears tonight. (at Trail of Tears State Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG_ZEUqgzrw/?igshid=1fylpasma7lqn
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The crypt beneath the Church of the Nativity of Our Lord, Loreta, Prague. > Photos by P. Zuchnický.
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I wonder if he still thinks about me, like I think about him. 
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Life.
I think the first post would be appropriate to talk about life. It’s something we all share. We all breath, live, and exist. We all strive to succeed in our own way. I think that we focus way to much on that. I know I do. I often think about where I am in life, and compare it to my hero, and also my friends and family around me. I’m very bad at looking at my family, and seeing then married, having children, and growing. Yet here I am, 24, and have but failed attempts at relationships and disappointments to show. So it brings the question out of me; what is success? That is the age old question. I like to think that I am somewhat successful. I may not have a husband, or children. But I do have a decent job. I have friends who care about me. And I have a family that does care about me. It just makes me want to strive for more.  Something else we don’t talk about enough is how we got here. I think in life, we are not given the best chances as we could from day one. To me, life is like a book or a tv show. And every year of life is a new chapter or season. So if we look at it as a tv show, the first couple seasons are kinda setting up for the main plot of the next season. Most people don’t get to choose where they came from. They don’t get to choose anything about them at first, because in the first few years of life, your parents choose everything for you. From what you eat to what you wear to bed. They chose where you live. When you sleep and when you have to be awake. I’ve always believed that everyone has a pre planed plot. Every good writer knows who the character will be the fan favorite, and who they need to win over with. They have a plot in their head. They know how they want the story to develop. Parents have the same mindset. When I was born, after the time spent in the ICU, and I was able to be held by my parents, my father did something. He put a football in my crib, and told me that football was going to be my life. Fast forward, I hate football and it was not my life. I think he was okay with that. But the point was that was his way of making his plot for me.  When I was younger, I knew I wanted to he an entertainer and help people. That could mean a lot of different things. Even now, that definition changes. Doing this is an outlet to let me vent and reach people who just wanna laugh and also be serious. My parents really don’t understand or support that. They don’t believe that it can actually be a job. It's very sad because so many artistic kids are suppressed. They want to be themself and show the world their talents. If you are one of them reading this, I support you. Follow your passion. I am starting to do that now. It's never too late.  This is a place for me to vent. Be funny. Be me. And I hope that once I get out there, people read this and laugh with me. Cry with me. And find themselves with me. :) 
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