I remember his hands And the way the mountains looked The light shot diamonds from his eyes Hungry for life And thirsty for the distant river (Like a Tattoo, Sade)

Apparently my mom has been calling me fat (again), so i guess it’s time to prove her wrong (again)

Lanzarote

all good down there?

Starting to bulk 🥘

Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.

Ibiza 🇪🇸

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