nicholas boodram
sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.
MARGOT

MARGOT

By @nicholasboodram

By @nicholasboodram

He hit me and it felt like a kiss……. // Self-portrait. 

He hit me and it felt like a kiss……. // Self-portrait. 

X.

X.

EDIE! Oh she was a beauty. Xx

EDIE! Oh she was a beauty. Xx

NO. (By @chungalexa)

NO. (By @chungalexa)

By @chungalexa

By @chungalexa

Happy Belated Birthday nicolaformichetti! Xxxxxxx

Happy Belated Birthday nicolaformichetti! Xxxxxxx

Let Us Play Games

Perfectly able to hold my own hand.
But I still can’t kiss my own neck.

Wye Oak, Civilian

(Source: io-my, via charmaineolivia)

The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud, Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming, Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening, The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes, The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair, The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body, The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out, The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees, The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul, O I say now these are the soul! - Walt Whitman.
Exclusive self-portrait and caption for my tumblr friends. 
Yours,
Nicholas. xx

The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud, Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming, Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening, The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes, The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair, The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body, The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out, The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees, The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul, O I say now these are the soul! - Walt Whitman.

Exclusive self-portrait and caption for my tumblr friends.

Yours,

Nicholas. xx

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