ryanjjohn:

Every day I struggle between “I wanna look good naked” and “treat yo self.”

(via theunwantedandtheforgotten)

darmani:

thatkilljoy:

chromeofficial:

nothing is more satisfying than someone walking right past ur hiding spot in hide and seek

how old are you

"thatkilljoy" living up to the url i see

(via hate)


Sober or drunk, it’s always you.

Unknown  (via c-oquetry)

(Source: underground-rebels, via theunwantedandtheforgotten)

sadhacker:

i love physical touch.  like not even kissing and stuff just like.  sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it

(via paigeelizabethxoxo)

douhgnut:

why get a job when you can sell oregano to middle-schoolers and tell them it’s weed

(via paigeelizabethxoxo)

k1mkardashian:

aaliyahsashes:

Youtube music awards? seriously? what’s next? Instagram’s next top model?

DON’T GIVE TYRA ANY IDEAS 

(via vevoamerica)

lonelygiraffe17:

Trusting people is becoming hard

Keeping my grades up is becoming hard

Feeling pretty is becoming hard

Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard

Doing work is becoming hard

Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard

Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it

(via keep--it--gnarly)

Don’t just tell me that you want me.
Show me.
Run your hands down my body and grab my hips.
Drags your lips across my neck and moan in my ear.
Push me down and hold my wrists tight.
Kiss me hard and fast, make me crave you.
Grab my thighs and do as you please.
Tease me slowly, make me catch my breath.
Look me in the eyes, smile that wonderful smile.
Make me moan and beg.
Whisper the dirty little things in the back of your mind.
I’m all yours, don’t be afraid to show it.
Slow down when my eyes roll back and kiss me.
Pull your body against mine.
Be as gentle or rough as you’d like, I don’t mind.
Make sure the neighbors know your name.
Leave some love marks, as the body is a canvas.
Do as I say, but sometimes don’t.
Whisper sweet nothings against my lips.
Make my body tremble for you.
Don’t just tell me that you want me.
Show me. (via real-life-has-n0-appeal)

well damn

(via keep—it—gnarly)

(via keep--it--gnarly)


wank-r:

"In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines,lived twelve little girls in two straight lines …”

aprisity:

blackcatbelle:

view from work today. 

the dream