Passion - Tumblr Posts
Me and who?
Me and him in my dream
Motorbike is his second passion next to flying 😆🥰
My motivation for writing is yet to be re-captured, but my love and passion for writing will always be here like a glitter. It may come in unfathomable amount sometimes, it may come (perhaps quite often) in scarce amount too. But no matter how big or small it is, it'll always be there, glinting — symbolizing a new hope to dare and venture this undiscovered horizons and finish what has been started. Like glitter, it's always there. Once it's there, it'll stubbornly remain there, lurking in every shadow, nooks and crannies, ready to pounce on me and realize i've never fallen out of love of writing. Perhaps, i just needed a new perspective, had been burnt out, or maybe things with some of my projects aren't working anymore. Here, too, is where I realize that maybe, writing is my true soulmate — someone who stuck with me through thick and thin, through my highs and lows.
Nothing better then a library and the man you love 💗
My heart and soul does this every day to the one I love ❤️
I want three things:
To see you
To touch you
To kiss you!
Always hold my hand babe always
Touching
Always touch me and love me 💗
Touching
@laila4ever You, in all of your uniqueness, have at the very least, affected the lives of nearly all whom you've met, certainly my life. You have reshaped at least one world, mine, and I thank you for being YOU. I #love and #cherish your #passion for what's right, your wisdom, your sixth sense for recognizing bull&@$/ a$& people and avoiding bad situations, and your dedication to #familylife. #HalleBerry ain't got sh&@ on you girl. #HappyBirthday #YouRockSista! Can't wait to have you all for me today, and give you a big, warm kiss. 😋 #NeverChange
tfw you come across some content (usually a piece of fanfiction) which makes you remember you wanna wear silk ties and sense life deeply, and you start shaking with long-forgotten passion for being fierce and true and vulnerable and dramatic like you're intoxicated with the perfect fantasy you learnt to abandon, and you wanna grab someone hard enough to leave bruises on their skin and let summer flow through you along with coffee and fresh cigarettes, but there's nobody and you're just a lonely quirky man forever imprisoned inside your mind and then you start listening to slow iamx songs