we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.
I’m dropping a huge truth bomb and going to sleep:
For some men, losing an incredible woman is a relief—because now they can keep being mediocre without the pressure to become better.
unpopular opinion: a lot of men don’t actually want sex... they want intimacy, but nobody taught them how to ask for it without it sounding weak. so it comes out as horniness. it’s easier to say ‘i want you’ than ‘i want to be seen, chosen, and safe with someone.’ that’s not shallow. that’s emotional illiteracy we pretend is desire
Buona Vigilia di Natale, il nostro regalo sono queste immagini restaurate di Piazza Navona d'epoca, ,per vedere come era Roma, lo spirito Natalizio e come eravamo senza Smartphone, internet e social❤❤❤❤❤❤❤😎 #romaacolori#indietroneltempo