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I didnt get kissed all pride month so I’m officially extending pride indefinitely
I have no idea what you look like but I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.
JEON JUNGKOOK
Drake, where’s the dragon claw?
For more pics : http://hotmendreams.tumblr.com/
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Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.
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Daniel Kaluuya 📷 by Hyperfrank for Trench
“I think the word ‘diverse’ is a cancerous word, because it’s life. It’s a PC way of saying ‘non-white’ and it ultimately suggests that white is the standard. ‘Diverse’ shouldn’t be an actionable thing—it should just be.”
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@its-mickeymilkovic
You need to see this short movie. Although it almost 3 minutes long it is so beautiful. Scenes and aesthetic of this movie are amazing, And while listening to narator you will get a feeling that a sweet, honest and beautiful letter is reading to you.
The line that got stucked on my mind is ‘’ You, three letters, an endless possibility of names. ‘’
This movie is beautiful 🌹✨
Script:
You. I like the way people smile at each other. I like how that boy smiled when the wind caught his hair. Now I’m sitting here, listening to melancholic songs, writing you poetry. I don’t even know who you are but I’m writing you anyway. I’m writing and I know you’re listening. Let’s go back to that song. The song that takes me to a weird, silent, and productive place. I’m sitting here, watching the horizon, thinking of kissing your lips, pushing your hair back, you smiling… You crying… Not because of sadness, but because of the joy. The joy I feel while listening to that sad song, the joy I feel by tasting happiness and imagining my life by your side, the joy I feel by calling your name in my head over and over again. You, the only person I want to know, The only person I need to meet. You, three letters, an endless possibility of names. I know I hurt myself thinking about it. And I know that, the only way to heal me is to have you around. Yes, “heal me”. Like I’m a fucking disease without your arms around me. I am, I know I am. So now I’m wondering, Where’s the poetry? Where’s the poetry in this world babe ? Without you, leaves seem to fade to an odd grey color and the sky turns cloudy… Burned, ravaged, I miss the old flowery ground. I’m sad, please, make me feel again. I only want to breathe the same air as you. Maybe I need to stop listening to this melancholic song. Maybe I need to stop thinking about you. So watch out, my eyes are searching for beauty in this world, and sure it comes out of nature, words and pretty bees, but it also comes out of you. You, three letters, an endless possibility of love stories.
Links to the creator:
http://aer-nocta.tumblr.com/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEAXHehKe_NGRwfGlSGPDzQ
Good morning darling.
by Marta Bevacqua
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Dominique Fenison @ White Cross Management
KJ Apa photographed by Doug Inglish for GQ Australia. KJ wears shirt by Louis Vuitton