#bruised peach

[popfizzles]

[types of kisses] ♡ 19) kissing their injuries

Val catches Smith on his cigarette break while Mac takes his sweet time getting something from his room.

[magzibabyy]

leave your mark on my skin

[pia55tri]

thinking about oscar's dainty hands vs carlos' huge hands

[callmebabygirl-callmeyours]

I don’t know where any of these came from

[supurman]

please dont be mean to clark hes literally delicate what do you want from him.

[1una1ay]

Sweet and innocent 😇

[dandandanny]

Ryan Beatty - Bruises Off The Peach (Live Performance)

Here is another great song from the incredible Heartstopper (S3 E5 - Winter).

An incredible episode with incredible music, including Ryan Beatty's song. It's just beautiful to listen to. He's voice is absolutely incredible. Poetry in song!!!

Each season of Heartstopper has an amazing soundtrack, I have no doubt that "when" we get a 4th season, the soundtrack will be just as brilliant.

[lcdsoundsystem]

Peaches in Finland photographed by Lisa Kannakko, 2001

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

[alphacrone]

me: i wish people would take me seriously as a capable adult who’s long since shed the awkward clumsiness and general incompetence of adolescence

also me: nearly died putting together an ikea desk

[crownedinmarigolds]

Lil snippet of my submission for a zine! I don't think Khloe survived her accident, you guys...

[needtoloveoutloud]

At the ophthalmologist right now and I swear, I don't even know if I want the Dioptrien for my contact lenses adjusted

I've literally seen enough

[munchboxart]

I've won the TTYD war

[james-sunshine-potter]

James strikes me as a person whose constantly covered in scrapes, bruises and plasters.

[ivorjerome]

oops I'm starting another story

Sun-bruised grapes flow over {names}’s crates. I hiss in pain at a sliver from the damn things. Par for the course. I lay down on my stomach on the warm, water-smoothed stones and reach my hand down into the sea. It laps at the drops of blood from my thumb like a dog. It was going to be a hot day, a sky-blue August day, but at this early hour the wind blew a sharp breeze in from the horizon and the sun, only just stretching its head over the sea, cut sharp darkness from the ancient stone buildings at my back. Boats, sails crisp white wings, painted with Clementine orange, panther blue, and pear green, nest in the docks all along the water front like birds of paradise. Men like me and their sons, dark-headed some, bright-headed others, but all with a glow in their skin from the touch of the sun, unload the catch of the day, ready to be taken to the scarf-cloaked marketplaces for grandmas and aunties and mamas to look over the sliver-pink fishes with sighs of disapproval. “Too much! Too much! When I was a little girl, the fish were twice as big and half as much!” Such cries of indignation would echo against the packed labyrinth of the streets, always ending with a haggled price and the kerchief-ed ladies hurrying home with a massive basket on their arm stuffed with garlic, shallots, smelly cheeses, shrimps, and every good thing to make war in their kitchens for the day. I roll over, catching a moment at the bleeding sky, before getting along with loading grapes.

-Bruised Peaches, by Ivor Jerome

@harrowhound this is inspired by the white veil song you sent me yesterday. I know it doesn't seem like it yet

[touchmycoat]

for my birthday this year I got a two-day land typhoon, a daoist funeral, a crafts party, three new ferns, a rosemary harvest, and left shoulder pain so bad I was 60% convinced it was a fucking cardiac event 'cause i couldn't fully inhale and the pain radiated up to my jaw lol