#6-10-18

[one-blog]

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the boys catching you putting on a face mask

You: *spreading a coffee ground face mask on by the banks of the river after having snuck off by yourself for alone time*

Kili: what are you putting on your face?

Fili: it looks like mud.

Thorin: it smells good though.

You: fuck you guys, this is how I relax. You smoke, I wear face masks and take care of my skin.

Thorin: can I try some?

You: yes, you look like you could use some exfoliation anyway *begins to spread some of the mask on his nose*

Kili: *looking at the bag of products you brought along* how much of this stuff do you have?

You: I have a lot, I was planning on using like five tonight.

[annoyinglydarkflower]

New York Times Magazine Cover 

June 10, 2018

Photographer: Ryan McGinley

Erika Hart (32) and Ebony Donnley (27) [#23 of 24 is cover I randomly received]

“Being O.K. with having privacy in the context of busyness is a New York state of mind,” said Jake Silverstein, editor of The New York Times Magazine. 

That’s the idea behind the 24 distinct covers for the magazine’s annual New York issue out this weekend. The entire issue is dedicated to one day in New York, May 19, as seen through the lens of one four-letter word: love. And each cover features a different couple kissing.

[leschampignons]

there’s nothing left to feel and nothing left to think

my eyes are dry but yearn to cry and flood like the kitchen sink

my mind is gone my feelings numb and i don’t know what to do

i wish i could at least pretend to wish i was with you

[healthandbeautology-blog]

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[its123am]

6-10-18 (Sunday)

[bluegreencake]

❤️❤️❤️

[artiya-il-muriel-chamuel-blog]

Mi corazón.

I’ve been thinking a lot about you today.

Maybe because it’s your birthday.

Maybe it’s because I’m back home.

Since I’ve been here all i can think of is you.

He crosses my mind from time to time but not the way you do.

I know i joke about you giving me a ring

But i feel as if a part of me is hoping that it’s true

And that a couple years from now I’ll find my way back home to you

I hope she’s not that important, that California girl

I hope she’s just a pit stop as you explore the worlds galore

Selfish of me to hope that,

maybe she’ll actually be the one ..

You’ve been a good boy for this long so maybe i just need to accept the fact that you’re actually gone

Maybe things will change when I’m 1000+ miles away

But for now i just dream of us at a beach with the waves swaying

Sun blazing down as we nap beside each other

Push and pull

Scenarios of me in your room lighting up a joint

Taking a hit or two, blowing it out your window

your sleepy eyes as our lips intertwine

I miss you.