A day in bed with you? Yes.  An afternoon spent making out? Yes. Snogging? Yep. Giggling? Probably.

A day in bed with you? Yes. An afternoon spent making out? Yes. Snogging? Yep. Giggling? Probably.

One for you.

One for you.

Do your thing Kris Kringle. 

Please stuff plenty of records in my stocking.

"By the cool water the breeze murmurs, rustling
Through apple branches, while from quivering leaves
Streams down deep slumber."

— Sappho

Comfort is key.

Comfort is key.

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It pains me to know that while this image has exploded across Tumblr my blog has wildly more interesting things contained within. Yes, I’m responsible for this. Sorry?

It pains me to know that while this image has exploded across Tumblr my blog has wildly more interesting things contained within. Yes, I’m responsible for this. Sorry?

Among the many wonderful things to do on brilliant Sundays is to talk a walk in the park. 

Among the many wonderful things to do on brilliant Sundays is to talk a walk in the park. 

Among the many wonderful things to do on brilliant Sundays is to enjoy breakfast in bed. 

Among the many wonderful things to do on brilliant Sundays is to enjoy breakfast in bed. 

showroomeyes:



One of the most beautiful things in life is to lay in bed, completely naked with the one you love. There is nothing more raw, or loving than sharing not only sheets together, but skin. The warmth and softness of their tummy, the way your bodies mesh and tangle together, as your breathing and heartbeats become one, like a beautiful concerto piece. Not only are your bodies together, but your souls and selves do as well. You don’t see where you begin and they end, but that’s the beauty of it. You are simply just one.


(: so much joy

showroomeyes:

One of the most beautiful things in life is to lay in bed, completely naked with the one you love. There is nothing more raw, or loving than sharing not only sheets together, but skin. The warmth and softness of their tummy, the way your bodies mesh and tangle together, as your breathing and heartbeats become one, like a beautiful concerto piece. Not only are your bodies together, but your souls and selves do as well. You don’t see where you begin and they end, but that’s the beauty of it. You are simply just one.

(: so much joy

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She loved the wind in her hair, the hush of the crowed, the dizziness she felt as she swung. But most of all, she loved to feel his hands on her hips.

She loved the wind in her hair, the hush of the crowed, the dizziness she felt as she swung. But most of all, she loved to feel his hands on her hips.

In the afterglow. 

In the afterglow. 

I’d like to thank Ms. Mariana Calderon of Bar Harbor, Maine, who took me up on my offer of being pen pals.

She sent me a wonderful letter in what appears to be a hand-made envelope which is splendid and I intend to use as inspiration. Also, please note how beautiful her handwriting is. This is just stylish and lovely.

Thank you, Mariana. My response is forthcoming in an envelope fashioned in the same manner.

Best regards,

The Seafaring Gypsy