My desire for isolation is at war with my desire for connection
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there's a new initiative organized by let's talk palestine on instagram called funds for gaza - they will prioritize 6 urgent fundraising campaigns at a time and replace them when they achieve their goals. you can suggest your campaign at tinyurl.com/gazafundform and here is the link for their instagram post about the initiative instagram.com/p/C4q81woo_Kq/?igsh=MWp1eG50YWxyZHk0Nw==
Thank you! Here’s the link to suggest the campaign as well as a full list of campaigns. Here’s a direct link to the rotating linktree for anyone interested! And here’s the post I made about it + Operation Olive Branch for anyone who wants it 🇵🇸
There is so much quiet sublimity in the shapes that draw your chest; and so many stranded looks… in the restless sea of your kisses.
I never beheld a bonfire so radiant, of fire and passion, not a look, so subtle and perverse that resembles, - to the zenith of creation !!
There is a field of poppies on your disheveled cheekbones; where they sprout, beautiful stanzas radiating, “drugged poems”.
…And when the southern breeze blows, touching the watchtower of your palace, my senses “become avalanches”, burying with caresses… - your sacred mountain !!
Today, I wouldn’t mind dying… In the waves that carry your karma like a surfer, unafraid to feel the orgasms you treasure, - in your guts !!
- Ousía Poética © March 2016
Hay tanta sublimidad callada en las formas que dibujan tu pecho; y tantísimas miradas encalladas… en el inquieto mar de tus besos.
Nunca contemplé una hoguera tan radiante, de fuego y pasión, ni una mirada, tan sutil y perversa que se asemeja, - al cenit de la creación !!
Hay un campo de amapolas en tus pómulos desalambrados; donde brotan, hermosas estrofas irradiando, “poemas narcotizados”.
…Y cuando sopla la brisa del sur, rozando la atalaya de tu palacio, mis sentidos, “se tornan alud”, sepultando de caricias… - tu montaña sagrada !!
Hoy, no me importaría morir… en las olas, que transportan tu karma, como un surfista, sin miedo a sentir los orgasmos que atesoras, - en tus entrañas !!
There are 35 hours left for the truce to take effect, but it should be noted that the targeting continues, so it is the most difficult time since the beginning of the war
i love you coffee i love you chai i love you boba i love you fruit juice i love you green tea i love you slushie i love you milkshake i love you lemonade
Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.
Pass it on.
she can do whatever the hell she wants!! you go girlie <3
summer mood board.