#vacation mood

[aretis]

A summer in Italy 🇮🇹

[septembergold]

[beigelicious]

[tracychamberlainhigginbotham]

(via Thursday Thoughts: What Are Your Splashy Adventures?)

[myimaginaryradio]

Jungle Love - Morris Day And The Time

Good Afternoon and Happy Wednesday.

Passed by Morris Day's hotel in Dundee Florida today.

Either that or it's patrolled by flying monkeys.

[yanushkaa]

[pooksbedamned]

I’m spoiled. The comics I get include demons and trebuchets

[boldlymellowcolor]

I seriously hate packing for a 3 day trip so I’m doing what I do best and that is waiting until the last minute to pack.

[aretis]

Weekly outfit’s!!Summer days!!

[inmyperfectworld]

A solo getaway is calling my name. 🛫

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

Me, before the holiday break: Look at all this free time ahead of me! I can do so many things, get so much done!

Me, now: Well. Time has sure passed.

[intotheelliwoods]

uppies

he just wants to be carried.....

[emgoesmed]

7/23/2024

Slow rainy mornings on vacation.

[escapismsworld]

You + Me = 📍Paris

🤍🩶🤎

[feminineenergylife]

[saetoru]

al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.

he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.

he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.

he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.

“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.

he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.

“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”

“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.

and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.

he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.

“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”