#barcellona

[piccolipezzidiunavita]

📍Muro del beso, Barcelona

[fabforgottennobility]

Gaudi | La Pedrera

[essereilsole]

non credevo di potermi innamorare di nuovo

ma è successo

solo che stavolta

non è una persona

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[aguyfromhornyland]

The World begins with every kiss

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Joan Fontcuberta - 2014

Barcelona - Spain

[nicharivera]

"mirar hacia arriba/mirar hacia abajo"

"Look up/Look down"

Location: Barcelona, Spain

Photographer: Nicha Rivera

[rullinibrutti]

Prima dei temporali a Milano, prima del caldo infernale che mi ha fatto impazzire, prima che la mia vita cambiasse.

Prima di f., prima di quella me che guarda le luci di una città puttana e tentatrice e si lascia trascinare da una macchina in corsa e da una nuova mano nell'interno coscia.

Prima, ero già pronta al dopo.

[zuccherodisqualo]

Barcelona

[neutron669]

Jules Gervais Courtellemont : a flower seller stands in front of her stand on the Rambla, Barcelona, Spain - 1929

[occhialisulnaso]

Posti che li vedi e li ami ❤️

[unsoleconlalunastorta]

Alcuni luoghi belli e magici che conservo nel mio cuore.

[traverlovers]

Barcelona, Spain

[bosiuz]

[trending-news-desk]

Watch Live Match

[drusillaae]

my religion:

[amamiofacciouncasinoo]

Una meraviglia

[les-lestappen]

can u write neymessi with prompt 24 ❤️

Lionel Messi x Neymar jr:

prompt: you don't have to pretend you're fine

author's note: god I love them so much, the setting supposed to be psg on an away game but it's deliberately a little unclear so you can interpret it as either psg or barça, enjoy :)

Neymar let out a shuddering breath, he was starting to get cold even if he was still sweating, the chilling air of the night made his arm hair stand up. Nonetheless he kept playing, practicing tricks and dribbles and tried to ignore the pain in his ankle. Obviously it was getting worse minute by minute but Ney knew that he deserved it, he had played so badly, even missed an opportunity for a goal so he just had to go on practicing, basically in the dark, to be better. He tried a kick again but this time he felt a sharp pain from his ankle to his calf and he fell forward, his hands on his knees.

"Fuck" he mumbled, out of breath.

Neymar felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around quickly, stumbling back a little.

"Leo?Jesus you scared me. What are you doing here?" Ney had said, still a little jumpy

Lionel smiled and Ney thought he looked beautiful under the moonlight, a little blurry almost unreal.

"Sorry" he said "I didn't mean to scare you. I and I could ask you the same thing you know."

"Oh you know, just practicing a little."

"At one a.m and with an ankle injury?"

"Yeah Leo, at one a.m" Ney sighed again "I couldn't sleep and apparently neither could you. Why are you here? How'd you even know I was here?"

"I didn't. I thought I heard a door opening next to me and then I could see movement on the field from my room, figured it was you practicing instead of sleeping even if we have a flight in five hours"

Ney looked down at the grass, it was sweet and a little embarrassing how predictable he was for Leo.

"Ney look at me, what are you doing here?"

"I already told you, I couldn't sleep."

"And you decided to practice in the dark."

"Yeah I find it relaxing."

"Oh come on don't bullishit me."

"Leo stop it, I just wanted to practice, what's the big deal?" Neymar responded defensively, looking at the ground again.

Leo's voice softened as he put a hand on shoulder, his thumb softly stroking his collarbone. "Ney, you don't have to pretend you're fine, talk to me"

Neymar felt his eyes sting but he just couldn't deny Leo an explanation.

"I'm just so tired Leo. I keep getting injured and I'm shit on the field cause it hurts and people don't understand, they just don't. I try my best Leo and my ankle hurts and I'm letting everybody down, I'm letting you down and I just…I don't know" Neymar had started to cry about halfway through his speech and now he was practically sobbing.

Leo wrapped his arms around him tightly and Ney buried his face in his shoulder, mumbling "I'm sorry Leo, I'm sorry for this." through the tears; he felt pathetic.

One of Lionel's hands ended up in Ney's hair, caressing it softly, trying to calm him down.

"Hey Ney no, don't say you're sorry. You're not letting me or anybody else down, you could never." Lionel whispered softly, directly in his ear. "You always put your heart in the game, you give it your everything and we see it, I promise I see it. Neymar, I'm proud of you."

Ney raised his head, a little shocked but with hopeful eyes.

"Proud of me? Why." he said, his voice hoarse.

"I'm always proud of you, watching you grow up as a player and as a person all these years has been wonderful but now I need you to take care of yourself, give yourself time to heal. Okay?"

"You're right Leo, I'm sorry, you know I can be stupid, stubborn."

"It's okay." Leo said, hugging him again and turning his head to kiss his temple, then his hair. "I know how you are and you're not stupid, maybe a little stubborn but I like you this way. Now let's go to bed."