How to Make a Baby by photographer Patrice Laroche and Sandra Denis, the mother of his new baby daughter Justine.
This is my most favorite thing of all the things.
gender is dumb
sexuality is dumb
be who you want
date who you want
sleep with who you want
why do we need labels for all this just like
do what you want man
my dad used to have an ear piercing in the eighties and someone asked him “does it make you gay if your piercing is on the right side or the left” and he replied “it makes you gay if you love cock”
Would you just look at her? She’s practically bursting off her skin with giddiness and teenage excitement and goofy anticipation. All fidgeting, like she can’t contain want and love for him. Licking her lips like tasting him more, and getting drunk on this taste. It has been, what? 20 years, since they have known each other, around 10 years since they have been married, and she still acts like completely smitten with him. Like they have just snogged for the first time and his taste, his warmth, his closeness affects every fiber of senses and nerves in her body. That hunger, that flirting, just ridiculous happiness beaming off her. Because she found her place - by his side, everything she would ever want from life - in his closeness. Once again, she confirms that he is the one, the one and only. And she has got noticeable lines on her eyes, they have been through so much, death, losses, they grew up, grew old, learned each other anew, and yet that longing for each other remains, unshattered, maybe stronger than ever before. Because now they know that nothing can touch them. That they are invincible. And after all that she still wants him and loves him like it is their first time.
I like how sweden just decided one day that gender is fucking bullshit so they got a gender neutral pronoun and stopped separating boy clothes and girl clothes and have pictures of spiderman pushing a baby stroller in a toy magazine why isn’t every country like sweden
you push that stroller sassy spiderman!
you fight those bad guys girlfriend!
you style that hair lil’ dude!
and in that moment, i swear we all wanted to be fucking swedish.
one half of tumblr:
“i just wanna cuddle under a blanket and eat soup and watch movies all day with you and maybe kiss your cheek and stare into your eyes and hold your hand and tell you i love you”
other half of tumblr:
“unf i want to take all of your clothes off with my mouth then ram you against the wall and pin your arms up and then just fuck the shit out of you”