oh to be called "my love" by your favourite person in the whole world

Giving mom a kiss before bedtime.

“What I love more than acting is being Josey’s mom. So I wanna be there for him and I don’t want to miss anything.”

— 1987-2020, Naya Rivera

Ok, now you have heard the news

i just wanna give a shout-out to he/theys and she/theys. i hope everyone mixes it up for you.

*telepathically sends u a kiss goodnight so u dream about me*

Cat love.

romance is a form of creativity. it is the ability to see the potential for beauty in the everyday. freezing flowers in ice so they release floral notes as they melt; learning to draw; taking the scenic way--these acts ask us to leave behind the pragmatic and pay attention to the fanciful, the sensory. in a world devoted to efficiency and productivity, living with romance is a way of reclaiming ones own life. it is a way of saying: being alive is worthwhile for its own sake because i make it so.

Fall in love with someone who is both your safe place and your biggest adventure.

takethisride

oh to be wearing each other's initials on heart shaped necklaces

HI. This is a series I’ve been doing. I’ll try to post one a day or so. I will likely miss some days because this is how I am. BUT I have 5 queued. Please enjoy!(:

You can’t replace a woman that gives you both wifey and bestfriend vibes, that shit is rare.

- takethisride

RIP Helen McCrory (1968-2021)

I don’t think I’ve ever been interested in any play about the happy, successful, lighter moments of life. I think that’s a very modern, pervasive idea in our entertainment, whether it’s on Instagram or in fiction, to show only the good and the perfect side of yourself. It’s just a lie and it’s very dull, and it’s nothing that anyone should even strive for.

Tengo un gran racimo de fantasías que cuelgan del árbol de mi mente... como memoria ancestral y eucaristía que heredé, "de los antepasados silentes".

Tengo un torno donde doy forma a los sueños y antropológica arcilla esperando... que nuestras manos moldeen los cimientos " de la causa común del ser humano ".

Quiero que vengas conmigo a esa duna donde oníricas sensaciones florecen... y cortemos las flores más sabias y puras para esparcirlas por este mundo indigente.

Quiero que llueva amor en las almas para que nazcan de nuevo, " sus vidas "... y se llenen, - de fantasías tempranas !! ... que del ser " exilien, tanta mentira ".

Vamos a dibujar un mundo sin amos, sin miedos ni simas, para llenarlas... de sentenciados pobres y esclavos encadenados por siempre a su desgracia.

Y cuando el mundo aprenda a tolerarse y a convivir sin guerras ni enredos... ya no hará falta, " ser juez ni parte ", y enterraremos, estériles ideas y credos.

Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek

concept: you wrap your whole body around mine and lay your head on my chest and we sleep in for 52 hours

neck kisses, sunset dates & midnight car rides

takethisride