#2018summer

[henryzwei]

#denmark #pust #ebeltoft #2018summer #stilllife #stilllifephotography #photographer https://www.instagram.com/p/B-aTOhMKOVQ/?igshid=y9sz7sipegz7

[azalmodozoangyal-818]

Hiányzik az illatod, minden egyes kis rezdülésed. Hiányzik a hangod, a karod amit szorosan körém fontál. Hiányzik megnyugtató szuszogásod, a gyenge tested melege. Hiányzik a tudat, hogy mindig itt vagy velem. Hiányzik szemed ragyogása, az a gyönyörű barna fénye. Hiányzik, hogy lássam a tekinteted ami éppen engem keres. Hiányzik az a láng, amely érezteti velem, hogy mennyire szeretsz. Hiányzik az érzés, hogy tudom: fontos vagyok neked. Hiányzik minden egyes szívemig hatoló mondatod, a gyengéd simogatásaid. Hiányzik a puszid, az ölelésed, a biztonságot adó kézfogásod. Hiányzik a jelenléted, a társaságod, a csábító mosolygásod. Hiányzik kezed minden egyes apró érintése, amivel a testemet bebarangoltad. Hiányzik reakciód, amiket a szavaimmal váltottam ki belőled. Hiányzik minden nap, óra, perc, másodperc, amit veled tölthettem. Hiányzik a gondolat, ami azt zakatolja, hogy mennyire jó veled. Hiányzik a tudat, hogy velem vagy és nem hagysz el soha. Hiányzik az érzés, amibőlől tudom, hogy elmondhatatlanul szeretlek. Hiányzik a pillanat, ami csak a miénk volt ott a lesnél, és olyankor tudtam , a hogy az öröknél nem rövidebb...

@almodozoangyal-818

[awesomecourts]

Let the Summer Time Begin ☀️🌊

[aagdolla]

[venicekush]

Venicekush Mascot “Mr Grizzly” come meet an greet. 1313 Icean Front Walk Venice California 90291 #venicekush #mascot #grizzly #kush #venice #1313oceanfrontwalk #cannabisbrand #waves🌊 #picoftheday📷 #luxyrylife #entrepreneur #bully #thebullyparlor #fire🔥 #stud #dog #purebreed #venicebeach #2018summer (at Venice Beach)

[trossy20]

Thank you, Fran

As of yesterday and per my state’s probate court, my name has officially been changed ^______^ I concluded to keep a Hispanic origin, a family middle name, and happen to end up with the same initials for the 4th consecutive generation. I thought I was overdressed for the occasion as I waited for my turn outside the overcrowded office in the government building. Across the hall, an overhead sign marked what I imagined to be a delightful stop in anyone’s day: the tax collector. As if I wasn’t already relieved at my business being elsewhere, the winding-down-the-hall line made me all the more patient to wait my turn. I was however, in a right foul mood and confessed my thoughts later, to my parents as I reported on my day. “I feel awful for even thinking it but... I don’t know, have some self respect. It’s a governmental building!” I did nothing else but people watch while I waited. Person after person walked by in dirty, misshaped, old sneakers. Their pants were no better-- worn-out jeans topping the ill-fitting sweats of the last individual. Shirts/tops were nothing to write home about, either. 99% of these folks were obese (using the term quite clinically here), white, old, cis-male(as far as I can tell, and I like to think I have a solid Transmitter), so maybe that had to do with some of it? There I was, sitting in my bought-for-the-occasion navy dress shirt, light green tie, steel dress pants... surrounded by my unconditionally supportive grandparents, judging more harshly with every human that walked by. “You’re human. So what! It’s okay to have a nasty thought! You’re not perfect!” My dad exclaimed before I confessed with specifics of my ugly thoughts outside the probate court. “Well I know, but what business do I have judging anyone? Maybe they have it really rough at home, or maybe they’re homeless! Although I guess they wouldn’t have any business with the tax collector...” I started to ramble as the assurance of my father sank in. So I spilled my judgments. I didn’t report  though, the intrusive complaints and mental eye-rolling that shot through my brain as my grandma went into detail about her friend’s mother’s great grandchild...  “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God...” she said it. I was way too entertained hearing it all and following her orders, right hand up in the air. Towards the end of the oath, I tried recalling episodes of SVU to make sure I had the appropriate response. Was it I do? Yes ma’am? Wait... “ma’am..?” Shit, oh, she’s done.  “Um... Yes.” I replied with an awkward smile and sat down after her approval/instruction. She asked a couple of questions after which finally made me realize the whole point for needing to appear in front of a judge. As in, she concluded that no, I wasn’t changing my name to avoid the IRS/hide any criminal background. She seemed to be entertained by my case or my replies, as she loosened up, smiled, and asked me more about my travel plans and career. “Sorry, off topic, but...” It wasn’t until I was outside of the building when I realized and wanted to kick myself for missing the opportunity: I never said your honor.

I started feeling a little better, but still anxious to continue on my legal name-changing process. We tried the express DMV to no avail. (A day later, here I am after having done more legal rounds. Continue the waiting game...). The gpa’s continued spoiling me: Indian lunch buffet. We stopped at a locally owned book shop; actually my grandma knits with the owner x) Filled with adorable little local goodies, the store’s employees were no different. I had a single item to check out. I winced and cursed internally as the harmless older lady-cashier referred to me as “she,” to my grandma. The conversation seemed to fall, but appropriately so as she was starting to count my change. Then suddenly, “I’m sorry, what’s your preferred pronoun? I didn’t mean to assume.” Whoa... hey... I felt myself instantly beam, “wow um.. thank you! Yeah. transguy, so... male.”  “Alright! Sorry. My grandchild is genderfluid, so they prefer they.” Another older employee joined the conversation as I explained how funny enough, earlier that day I had changed my name officially and here was my supportive grandma, and how much it really means to have an understanding family. They both replied with things along the lines of how things are changing and having an open mind is the easier, more loving way to be; their warmth was spoke in between the lines: there’s just no other way to be. We shook hands in our goodbyes, also taking the time to swap [officially new and legal] names. I thanked Fran and sent my best to their grandchild. She had dissolved the last of my right foul mood.

[luneplein31]

SUMMER NAILS🏊🏻‍♀️🏊‍♂️✨

[alexisknass]