smells like summer
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@honeybee-grass
smells like summer
moon-beams
i feel the moonshine
reaching out to my veins,
veins made of stardust and universe-magic
oh the moon, the cheese-holed moon,
you are my magic
oh my sweet, silver-mist moon,
what a sweet child you are of this enormous black, star-speckled void
how you reach your little-moon-beams to the sun,
the planet of warmth and summer
isn’t that just,
true love?
the sun and the moon
-poppyseed
Portrait de la jeune fille en feu | Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma.
Le Printemps, 1896. Eugene Bidau
you ever sit on a bus and suddenly get filled with an enormous tenderness towards everyone else on it
we are all just animals turning our heads towards each other and looking away when the other person catches our eye. sniffing the air when someone gets off the bus and leaves the scent of perfume behind. doing silly faces and making the baby who’s being held by her tired mother smile. smiling at the girl who’s got her hair cut short like yours, then you both looking back at your phones again, then randomly remembering her eyebrow piercing again in three years when you’re sitting on a different bus in a different city. we’re all planning on what kind of dinner we’re going to make once we get home and thinking of our dogs and looking at each others clothes and wondering what kind of lives the people around us live and then we thank the driver and get off the bus and never see each other again. but this is somehow a very sweet thought to me at the moment
Love, you drive me wild. Your body against mine… I can hear my heart pounding. Tell me, does it feel?
Love, you drive me wild. Looking through your eyes… My hand going inside Tell me, does it please?
Love, you drive me wild. You groping my soul… Riding, feeling the climax… Tell me you love me.
Elisa & Marcela
Elisa y Marcela (2019)
loolaa designs
my favourite time is when it’s summer and the suns just starting to set and the sky is a pinky colour and the air is still warm from the sun. It makes me feel so nice and whole
https://www.instagram.com/p/B-s7PEJDbC4/
Elisa y Marcela (2019) dir. Isabel Coixet
i can’t wait until i’m in my own little apartment lying on the couch with my pet and the love of my life beside me
Ponyo (2008) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
BLUE IS THE WARMEST COLOUR (2013) dir. Abdellatif Kechiche