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I just ate tacos that were so amazing, I don’t care if anyone I’m dating ever texts me back.
daddys-little-nymphie: wolf-and-kitten: katgreen2020: Before and after getting Collared. Oh my god! this is so accurate 😂😂 Lol. True story. Lol.
smatteringsofbeautifulthings: So true. I don’t need a stick, give me a woman with curves.
“But that was all bravado. Already - how had it come about so quickly - desire had begotten need. A few whispered words (perhaps he didn’t mean them) and I was ready to follow. It was worse to think of staying behind, to grind one day upon
Exactly so.
did-you-kno: HAPPY 101st BIRTHDAY TO THE LATE HEDY LAMARR As WWII escalated, Lamarr was motivated to find a way to steer torpedoes by remote control using changing radio frequencies, which she called “frequency hopping,” so that the transmissions
Boys workin’ on emptyIs that the kinda way to face the burning heat?I just think about my babyI’m so full of love I could barely eatThere’s nothing sweeter than my babyI’d never want once from the cherry treeCause my baby’s sweet as can beShe’d
Breaking Benjamin - So Cold
asweetheartbeing40:Mmm… So hot!
bekkathyst:Handcrafted Labradorite & Moonstone Pendants Oh these are so lovely!
Sadly so.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom so we can have a more… private experience…” - me when I bake cookies
Apparently so.
youblinkedshesgone: True. ^^^Sadly so.
elindigenazi: thathotguy-alex: enderoid: crowwhodraws: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: goliaththecatt: vice-of-virtue: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: nowyoukno: Now You Know (Source) Crows are scaryThey
him3-ros: This whole lingerie set is so damn cute. Indeed.
inkskinned: There are dark antler secrets we hid under our bed in the hopes that our wild wouldn’t be noticed. Full moons came and went while we chained ourselves to the radiator, hoping the handcuffs would hold back our violence. There are so many
inkskinned: i have learned to keep the break quiet, so that instead of shifting continents, i am sighs and smiling. i have learned to shove the bad things into riverless spaces. i do not flood in public. i kiss you and you cannot hear the million spider
rebelclover: It’s like she had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim till there was no more space, so it flowed out through her eyes. - Nick Lake
darklingmy:So perfect….
dharuadhmacha: dancingmuppet: From The Bundys, right? Smh 😧 This makes me so sad.
bisexualraptorwrangler: self promo on tumblr like LMAO. Laughing so hard I choked on my coffee.
I certainly hope so.
moonsoul74: “Warriorship is so tender, without skin, without tissue, naked and raw. It is soft and gentle. You have renounced putting on a new suit of armor. You have renounced growing a thick, hard skin. You are willing to expose naked flesh, bone,
scatteredsplatteredspun: Oh! I so want one! Me too @scatteredsplatteredspun! Woodford Reserve is my favorite! You have excellent taste!
cravinghisbrutality:•So important! Merry Christmas everyone… greet 2016 alive, don’t drink and drive!! 🎅🏻❤️💥😊
scatteredsplatteredspun:People will ask “what’s your favorite color?” and then they are surprised that mine is so specific. It’s that purple you see at sunset on a beach, when the clouds are thick and the sun is almost but not quite completely
diveinside-mymind: I don’t care if it’s expensive, I only care if it’s valuable.http://www.diveinsidemymind.com/2015/12/inexpensive-valuables.html Exactly so.
southernsiren69: She felt him watching her. He thought she was asleep. She only had her eyes closed so he wouldn’t see the tears. (SS69)
A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she used to sing, but can’t remember why. A breath she caught and kept - that left her in a sigh. It hurts her so to love you, but she won’t say goodbye. ~Lang Leav
“Every man walks his own path, and every path has its fair share of locked doors. You never know who holds the key to a door you’ll need to open one day, so you best treat people as if they are all keyholders.” ~A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the
“Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
“So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.” ~Julio Alexi Genao
shanti-warrior: weaponsgradegains: sizvideos: Man saves a frozen kitten from death - Watch the full video My heart 😭💚feels. So. Many. Feels. ^^^Amazing.
inionansneachta:In Ireland Little Christmas is also called Women’s Christmas (Irish: Nollaig na mBan). The tradition, still very strong in Cork and Kerry, is so called because of the Irish men taking on all the household duties for the day. Most
tracylord:Katie and Spence were that rarity – two actors who genuinely felt so close to one another – respect and love – plus non-stop laughter. — Lauren Bacall
“When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just hide away and turn into these beautiful creatures that could fly
mythopoetical: AT-Stock Ruin039 by At-Stock “The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather-beaten Gothic
astrolocherry: leos rise like the sun, so they can burn themselves from the inside. they can exhaust themselves chasing their dreams and attempting to be all things to all people. they can wear themselves down when they swing into their states of low
Abandoned pitbull gets his first warm bath ever. He deserves every second of luxurious soaking. And his face at the end of the video….so sweet. ♡♡♡ Here’s a link to Rudy’s story: http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/6838692 Poor puppy. People
“She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.” ~Cameron Jace, Snow White Sorrow
flutters-of-butterfly-wings: You’re so tired of the constant struggle just to keep your head above these deep blue waves, and your body is telling you that it’s okay to let go, you can stop swimming. Let me go, let me fall. There is a deep sadness
My wish for you. I truly do hope so.
“…just say so.” It’s that easy.
Ohhhhh! So lovely! @coyoteekiller is this from your garden?
Just so.
lickwetclit: desiderium1: Drip So tight mmmm Indeed it is.
medicated-freak: Looking for more nsfw blogs to follow! Blogs with actual people running them. not those stock photo ones. If you run a nsfw/porn blog, reblog/like this so I can check out your blog and earn yourself a follower!! Welcome. Pull up a chair
mentalflossr:Ecuador Police Save a Tiny, Terrified Sloth on the Highway I love sloths. So adorable. 💖
I was tagged by @inseriouslikewithyou to post a photo of my face…so here goes nothing. Please don’t reblog. Thank you. 💋
black-quadrant: don’t mistreat people who are sincerely kind don’t use them for their generosity and for fuck’s sake don’t take them for granted expecting them to always be there because they’re nice good-natured people can be worn down so
a-most-patient-wolf: herpapabear: hold up Trappings Always a reblog. HOT. So hot.
With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word that may drift with flakes. Just like the wind
I love carnations. Sweet and spicy scent, so pretty, ruffled, graceful, and delicate looking. Yet in actuality they are resilient, strong, long lasting, a beauty that continues long after other flowers fade and wilt. Giving up their fragrance until the
“Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend…” ~Emilie Autumn
*shivers* Softly, so softly
Always a reblog. This is so beautiful.
wvmountaineer1: When the Trail of Tears started in 1838, the mothers of the Cherokee were grieving and crying so much, they were unable to help their children survive the journey. The elders prayed for a sign that would lift the mother’s spirits to
