Love This One

boyfriend!

henry is a gemini…?

They say when an artist falls in love with you, you will never truly die.

@imdamagecontrol wrote a little something for the drawing and I will forever and ever cherish it.

Syd ilysm ♡

Mariner

I fucked up. I fell, so deep that I can't seem to find a way out.

He was someone that I was seeing. We were both really similar, both really messed up. Such a peculiar liaison. I'd like to define it "a situationship".

It was like a dream. He was so sweet, kind and gentle with me. He made me feel like I was a princess or perhaps an angel, as he'd liked to call me. He left me a nectarous taste in my mouth that I can't really compare with no other man.

His touch I crave. A fire built in me and I couldn't shake it off. Like if he held me now I'd never let him go. And I'd be the first who ever did. He'd know.

He was just a man. This is a lie.

He was my kind of Alpha. A strong, tenacious, sauvage wolf. He brought me in a realm that I had never crossed before. There they fought for the things that they held dear to forget the things they feared. Perhaps that dimension was more human than this world that I was born in. I want to stay there with him. He doesn't.

Imaginably he'd have been painting my curves and my lips to pretend that I'm still there with him. He would have wanted to disappear. He knows he can't; he's immortal. Peut-être he'd want to die with me. He can't. He knows he'll die first.

I would sit in his lap and hug him to death. I'd cuddle with him to sleep and never let him go. I'd kneel between his legs and he'd braid my hair perfectly. But not as good as my mom's masterpieces. This is how we lived.

Now it's been years since I last saw him. But I love that man perhaps I'd like to meet him again and cherish him and never leave him and never fail him and to never disappear and not to die...

If just Hades could do a little miracle for me. Father could you please release me from our Hell and let me live with my man?

louise: "congratulations, honey, on the final race, welcome home to me and the girls" 😭

carlos's radio message of “ gap to lando every lap" and carlos intentionally slowing down just enough to keep lando within drs range , lando understanding the signal. when told by his race engineer about the gap (0.8) carlos goes like “ it's on purpose ”. do you understand how much coordination, trust and intimacy you have to have with THAT driver to have that amount of telepathy with? like. nobody apart from CarLando could pull that off. i repeat, nobody else.

liam's family got to watch him score his first f1 points at his favourite track

i’m actually fucking sobbing i know this meant the world to them which makes it even worse

im jealous

Why do you, as a man, have such nice hair and lashes

Un animale chiuso dentro il palmo dell’avversario.

Eccomi.

In gabbia.

Non so cosa mi fai ricordare; Quando tu, sei vicino a me, e io più ti vedo più penso a come sono la tua preda.

Ti osservo attentamente; prendo le tue abitudini.

Ci assomigliamo tantissimo e non so perché x

Io vedo te, che però sei me.

Sono chiusa in una stanza, piccola assai da prendermi il fiato. E tu, sei un mafioso, mi hai torturato, ucciso e poi mi hai raccolto di nuovo, accarezzandomi le guance con una tenerezza strana.

E cosa avrei potuto fare, io?

Non capisci. Io sono una tua preda.

Qua a New York funziona così la vita.

O fai la preda, o sei il predatore.

“Pensai che toccava a me, prete, dargli quello che gli era dovuto e lasciare che fosse Dio, non gli uomini, a giudicarlo”

-domanda fatta in un intervista a Padre Gigante da Maurizio Chierici per un libro chiamato “Gli eredi dei gangsters”,1975.

Ah, Padre. Dio viene sempre messo in causa. Non vi vergognate?

Io di certo, no. Lo so che sono la preda, del mio nemico, ma sono fiera di esserlo.

Almeno, lui é presente.