#making memories

[breelynnxoxoxoxo]

Let’s Achieve The Memorable 😍😍😍

[fallencalliope]

I want to spend sleepless nights,

Lazily laying in your arms,

Just skin on skin,

Listening to the sound of your heart,

As you share those sweet words I love to hear,

Appreciating these moments as I feel your warmth under me,

Our bodies intertwined in these sheets,

Exhausting every second to make endless love,

Creating unforgettable memories of us...

©️fallencalliope

[alberta-sunrise]

My little love 🩵

[sexylittleslutsls]

Twas the night after Christmas .. let’s make it a very memorable night …. 😈😈

[theunstuffedpepper]

I’ve had this week off of work and it’s been such a nice little staycation. My MIL has watched the boys a few mornings so I could get to physical therapy and then I’ve had a bit of time to myself to go shopping, hiking, and do a mani/pedi. (I’ve also been focused on my health & weight loss goals and those are going pretty well.) The remainder of the time has been spent with the kiddos. We’ve taken trips to a local wild animal park and a blueberry farm, played at local playgrounds and in our backyard, and have done a few bike/wagon rides around the neighborhood. The weather has been perfect this week — a stark contrast from all the rain last week. I really lucked out. Looking forward to a few more of these days before it’s back to work on Monday.

[mintymoonss]

Summer afternoon in Puerto Rico by mintymoonss

[explore4adventures]

[luckygirldotgov]

DD,

The longer you take to start your life, the longer it takes to reach your goals. Start now. Because if you start now you still have time to mess it all up.

[lavaa-baby]

I owed this to myself and I am so grateful ☀️🧡

[crochetclaire]

It’s been a fun couple of weeks, my body is now in detox mode. Ready for a hike this weekend 🥾

[gummi-stims]

📸📹☺️Making Memories☺️📹📸

From jiiraslimes' county fairgrounds collection!

[thegentlemansresurgence]

[cameoutstruggling93]

Happy New Years friends! 2024 had its trials and tribulations but I'd say it was pretty good (to me at least) over all. If all you did was surivive 2024, I'm proud of you and glad you're still here with us on this wonky app/website/thing.

I know i haven't been as responsive lately as I have been earlier this year and I'm sorry about that. To my friends who are always waitngg for a response, DM me your snap and I'll happily add you! I'm on there waaaaaaaag more often.

Everyone have fun and be safe tonight and I'll see yall in 2025! ✨️🥂

✌️❤️'24

[mintymoonss]

flora by mintymoonss

instagram: postrimeria_

[dabiconcordia]

Making Memories

On a sunny morning in late spring, I sit at Gramma's table. A warm blackberry breeze teases the yellow gingham curtains. On the counter of the old enamel sink, berries and rhubarb drain in a mesh colander—our pies for dinner. Gramma wears her checked apron. I watch her dust the breadboard with flour. As she kneads the dough, she talks to me about her girlhood in County Clare, even the bad things that happened. Sometimes she sings the songs her mother taught her. When the dough is ready, she puts it in a bowl by the window, lays a cloth over it and comes to the table. I stir Ovaltine and Gramma pours coffee. I watch her put her face into the steam and I do the same. We are best friends. I want to be just like her when I grow up. Later today, we will have barmbrack. She'll bake the loaves in the wood stove. The kitchen already smells of lemon and tea-soaked raisins from the sun. We keep talking and I listen to Gramma laugh. She likes to laugh. chasing butterflies on the Burren she might see faeries On other mornings, Gramma puts me in charge of the toaster. She says it is the old-fashioned kind with doors. She teaches me how to turn the bread without burning myself. It's very tricky but Gramma said that I'm old enough. Next year I'll be in kindergarten. (I'm pretty sure I'm her favorite.) Today in my own kitchen, I open the curtains. It's a sunny morning in late spring with a warm breeze through the window. I'm happy. It will always be so on a fine morning like this. I close my eyes and see her, hear her laugh, smell the yeast rising, and know that somewhere a grandmother is showing another small girl how to find and taste joy. from the monarda     a bumble bee buzz         grandpa in the raspberries

By Mary Jo Balistreri