#body surfing

[charleswiedenmann]

Riding the Waves of Nostalgia: Body Surfing Bliss in 70s North Wildwood

In the sun-soaked days of August in North Wildwood during the 1970s, an age of carefree adventure and salt-kissed memories, the ocean held the promise of exhilarating joy for friends and family alike. This is a tale of body surfing—a timeless pursuit that transcends generations, echoing with the laughter of summer afternoons. As the summer breeze carried the unmistakable scent of salt and the…

[lizbethart-blog]

 The Atlantic Ocean Sparkles off the Coast of Little Compton, RI

A birthday to celebrate? The chronological number gave me pause. I caught myself shaking my head in disbelief. Many times. A weekend away to honor the “occasion.”  My husband Jon and I headed to Newport, RI for a few days. Leaving the mountains for the ocean… We stopped along the way just outside of Boston. A quick lunch with our daughter and granddaughter had been arranged. My heart filled as…

[scrawled-mumblings]

Crash Boat

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Let the oxygen catch.

On knees and elbows rubbed raw by salt and sand, be patient. Stand up, let the blood keep flowing, fueled by the rush that comes with feeling powerless.

Back into the surf. Dive under swells and feel the undertow pulling, pushing, pressing down. Hit each wave just right or be slapped down, the fly under the old dish towel.

Down again, shoulder scrapes the floor. Tiny scraps of snail homes dig in, rough like newly broken granite. Rolling over and over, head over heels.

On knees and elbows again, eyes closed against the grit, grinning. Chest heaves, shaky fingers clench the sand, arms tremble.

Fingers come away bloody from the shoulder blade ripped by an ill-timed argument with the swell. One knee will bruise tomorrow, the other drips red. Sand made a home in my skin.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Let the oxygen catch.

(February, 2016)

[thetrinitytest]

happy pride month from peepaw harkness and the torchwood team 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[winnter-xia]

[i-eat-deodorant]

About the recent art of lamb pulling on narinder’s tongue: why did I see Lamb’s cloak as legs (like a lamb-spider abomination) and why did I not even question it

((To be clear I loved the art but I haven’t actually played the game myself so I just assumed that was some endgame abomination lamb turns into))

The fleece is just a plain old woven thing, but that doesn't mean they're incapable of it.

[featheredsnek]

[yeosin-n]

quick self insert doodle :,D

I’m back from work!!!! Got a tan from all the snorkeling I did hehe !!!

[b-hell-splashed]

[imaginal-ai]

"The Birth of Divine Beauty"

[dreamsofhannah2]

𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 2

[harellan]

2075 // 2077 // 2079

[blueskywalkerworld]

More Male Beauty at htpp://www.tumblr.com/blueskywalkerworld

[winnter-xia]

[art-of-male]

[zaziecurie]

Ultima sketch from FFXVI Ultimania artbook