peach & honey in the air.

ice-cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze.

there's a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream, & you, paint-spattered camera-flash on your skin, you, & you, & you.

｡⁠*⁠♡ .. peach & honey in the air. ice-cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze. ꒰ ⑅ ꒱⁠˖ ⠀.. 그녀는 영원한 은총이시다. ★

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀..living for the hope of it all ! ୨୧ ˖ ࣪ ٬ 🩹

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .

peach and honey in the air, ice cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind chime breeze through the leaves and branches shimmering with the heat haze. there’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the edges kind of beauty about this dream and you, paint-splattered camera flash on your skin. you, and you, and you. I want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

j.t. // italy, summer 1985

ITALY. SUMMER 1985.

peach & honey in the air.

ice - cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide - open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind - chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat - haze. there's a timeless oil - painting or polaroid - worn - away - at - the edges kind of beauty about this dream, & you, paint spattered camera - flash on your skin, you, & you, & you.

i want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching light bathing the marble - skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other's names in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air .

hi !! the ask was about this poem called “Italy. Summer 1985.” It has HUGE fd vibes. (It starts with: Peach and honey in the air). I was wondering if you read it? It’s so pretty (like u). Love you and infinite hugs to you♥️♥️

Oh I love this. Thank you.

peach and honey in the air, ice cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind chime breeze through the leaves and branches shimmering with the heat haze. there’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the edges kind of beauty about this dream and you, paint-splattered camera flash on your skin. you, and you, and you. I want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

— j.t. // italy, summer 1985

peach & honey in the air. ice-cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze. there's a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the- edges kind of beauty about this dream, & you, paint spattered camera-flash on your skin, you, you and you. I want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other's names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

italian summer 1985

preaches and honey in the air. ice cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind chime breeze through the leaves and branches shimmering with heat-haze. there’s a timeless oil painting or polaroid-worn-by-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream. and you, paint-spattered camera flash on your skin, you and you and you. i want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never touching. light bathing the marble skin on your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names/ in the next, the world stops breathing the first time we kiss / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

peach and honey in the air, ice cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind chime breeze through the leaves and branches shimmering with the heat haze. there’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the edges kind of beauty about this dream and you, paint-splattered camera flash on your skin. you, and you, and you. I want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air. j.t// Italy, summer 1985

Italy summer 1985.

Peach & honey in the air. Ice-cream cones on the pavment, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze. There’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream, & you, paint-spattered camera-flash on your skin, you & you, & you. I want to live like this forever. Always reaching for each other and never quite touching. Light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. Call it love, call it anything you want. In this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names/ in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time/ in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

peach and honey in the air, ice cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind chime breeze through the leaves and branches shimmering with the heat haze. there’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the edges kind of beauty about this dream and you, paint-splattered camera flash on your skin. you, and you, and you. I want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

j.t. // italy, summer 1985

italy, summer 1985

peach and honey in the air, ice cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind chime breeze through the leaves and branches shimmering with the heat haze. there’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the edges kind of beauty about this dream and you, paint-splattered camera flash on your skin. you, and you, and you. I want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

j.t. // italy, summer 1985

ITALY. SUMMER 1995.

peach & honey in the air. ice-cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze. there’s a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worm-away-at-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream & you, paint-spattered camera-flash on your ski, you & you & you. i want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent, call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.