This is one my favorite videos. The Frenchman doing his thing.
The way he seduces her, moving her hair to the side, adoringly touching her face, breathing down her neck, whispering in her ear, giving her open wet kisses. He’s so into her body, every curve, loving her scent, her soft skin and everything about her. She’s lost in him, surrendering herself, giving him control, and trusting him completely.
He’s not fucking her. He’s not making love to her. He owns her.
You know I must love it, I’m actually posting something in color!! hahaha!!
I never reblog videos but this was too good to pass up. It was so romantic and passionate that I had to!
I miss my man
manuel ferrara isn’t french yo!! but this vid is gold
I’m writing a book titled
"How to deal with having a dramatic boyfriend"
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.Osho (via rnishka)
“i quit smoking in a day and
i terrified her.
i asked her why.
because. a person that
can quit smoking in a day,
can leave behind anything
and not look back.
what she meant was,
i could leave behind
- “habits”, hafsa atique
people are not habits..
however, thinking about a person is
and habits really do die hard
I’m sick of people telling me it’s just a “get over it” situation. Fuck you. You don’t know what it’s like in my head.Will McAvoy, The Newsroom (via hadaes)
I’m lonely. I’m lost.