Happy International Women’s Day!
power?
power is kissing a man so good you leave him completely unhinged. you leave him dreaming of repeating that kiss in his dreams were he confesses his feelings and she confesses back. he's left hungry, wanting, craving sleep just to hear her voice. power is the kiss being so good you look for her in every room and you become lonely and lose your sense of direction and know your purpose, your real purpose, is her.
in case u frogot
It’s weird.
I’ve been a Formula 1 fan for most of my life, I’ve seen drivers come and go, I cried when Sebastian Vettel retired.
But this hits particularly hard.
I remember watching Daniel Ricciardo’s first race. I was nine, and I remember thinking about how young he looked. I remember him winning with Red Bull. I remember his smile. I remember his shoeys. I remember Monaco 2018 and how, despite not being a Red Bull fan, I teared up as Daniel got redemption. I remember the rollercoaster that followed his leaving. I remember his return last year. I remember him breaking his wrist to protect Oscar Piastri while crashing. I remember the grins and laughter. I remember to enjoy the butterflies.
This one hurts.
Thank you, Honey Badger 🦡
Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.
DEAD POETS SOCIETY dir. Peter Weir
I missed him so much
His fingers are so delicate as he pushes his curls. I love him and at the same time I hate him for doing that.
All the rainbow illustrations I did between last year and this year! :D Always super satisfying to put them all together lol