Me: I Swear Im Gonna Be A Better Witch, Im Gonna Charge All My Crystals, Just You Wait Till The Next

Mothers day wild flower parade. As each flower is different in its beauty so is mothers in their love for her family and children. https://www.instagram.com/p/B_-Ue5WDM3t2l3MO16ndZt2OuzgEdihCUCWAC00/?igshid=1ejdbhzq9d0h4

Emily Ratajkowski attends the “Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garcons: Art Of The In-Between” Costume Institute Gala at Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 1, 2017 in New York City.

When your not.

When you stop being who you are to become what others expect you to be. Darkness reveals nothing but light that is perceived momentarily.

Language is just a symbol of communication, is not who or what you are, and that will never change.

El lenguaje es solo un símbolo de comunicación, no es quién o qué eres, y eso nunca cambiará.

Unas festividades maravillosas paras todos y mucho amor que nos hace tanta falta en esra mundo torcido...

If Only You Waking up next to you in the morning, smelling your fresh skin, is the most euphoric and supernatural experience I had ever had. The softness and warmth of your skin, your bright and glowing eyes, blinding my soul, not allowing me to admire your presence and essence. Your full and rounded lips, so soft to the kiss, so warm and moist, tender, and heartwarming. Is a trip on LSD, an out of body experience, that no one else could ever give! Your frantic and malicious curves, nonstop, no end. A sea of waves that are never still. A surge of currents invades my central nervous system and discharges electrochemical thunders throughout my senses. Pure ecstasy, pure euphoria. I do not want to stop; I want this moment to last eternally. If only you were conscious of my unconscious mind if only you could feel what I feel. Only you could share these emotions. You have no idea how a brain can manifest such pleasures, unbearable, inexplicable for anyone to understand. Draókos (The Black Dragon) Psicofilosofía Urbana es (c)1980 Copyright 1980 ICP https://www.instagram.com/p/ByLdRNhF0Cwae_-vaj_x6S9pPkEtK6kZbFpvYM0/?igshid=10vdt7cveirpi

A veces en elementos y ambientes cambiantes desde nuestra niñez, perdemos contacto con nuestro pasado y olvidamos algunas de las cosas que soñábamos y acabamos perdiéndonos en nosotros mismos perdiendo de vista nuestra propia realidad.

Draókos (The Black Dragon) Psicofilosofía Urbana es (c)1980 Copyright 1980 ICP