#rantipole

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Being Rantipole 🖤 What to say, Just Wild and Reckless! One costs your life and the other saves your life! And both of them resides in you like twins! If your recklessness make you get into troubles, then your wilderness take you out of those troubles! Don't you think, you need both of them equally to be a better badass among all the jackasses around? We recklessly get along with various kinds of feelings and most times, we get drenched in them and when you feel the breathlessness of those feelings, you become wild to try to cope up and come out of them! You can never get rid of these two as they are quite inescapable out of a person's soul. And my dear, smoking is also one of those feelings! 🚬 Clicked by @sam_pixels91 #ignaciaice #smokinhot #rantipole #androgynous #bnw_captures #fashionphotography #gaymodel #gayindia #gayindian #queerlifestyleblogger #gaylife #gaylifestyle #gayworld #focused #wildandreckless #wednesdayvibes (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cam-npFvp33/?utm_medium=tumblr

A couple mood boards for rare words- I might be doing these now like just for a bit for fun? So like if you want anything feel free to ask

I ran my fingers along the ink on my inner arm. A place where you weren't able to see the bruises my abusive boyfriend had left. It was the only place that was pure. I somewhere wanted to life back I once had, despite the trouble and knowing I wouldn't be where I was now. But he was better than anyone has ever been to me. Though we were in trouble so much, with the police because of SAMCRO he had always been there for me. I wandered my eyes off the mirror, returning my eyes on the bags I was packing and let out a trembling sigh. "Okay, you can do this. It's time to move on." I said to myself, grabbing the last things before I ran away from the house, this life. And starting from the beginning back to Charming. I already got a job offered at the hospital, I could move in my dads house that he left to me. I had worked hard on making it look like home, spreading my own vibe to the house and nearly changed everything possible from the kitchen, to the bathroom and even the garden, the doors. I just didn't want to have a memory of it and make it my own. "Dr. Simons?" I smiled as I got the papers and yet widened my eyes by seeing his name on the papers. A small frown wrinkled in my forehead whenever I read through the report, he had a child.. And even though it somewhere stung, I couldn't blame him. Neither did I want him to lose his child like I lost mine. "Good afternoon."

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