linzb0t asked: No bother! Here’s where i found the picture. Best of luck :)
Sluts, Cunts, Whore and Trollops
you know whats pretty fucking disgusting? sluts, cunts, whores, and bitches. scratch that, some bitches are ok. Sluts are sad. I see this one walk around sleeping with a guy and all his buddies, enslaving them through a weak seduction and easy pussy. I hate to be vulgar—wait no, I honestly don’t give a fuck if i’m vulgar right about now. But i hate to degrade the message with...
her soft and supple lips hug mine and when they touch i know it’s love, cuz to quote Lennon, touch is love and love is touch… See it’s a tender miracle that she could even exist, & it was a sweet act of fate that i didn’t miss, her first hello’s and all the goodbye’s only bearable because of her kiss, See i look in her eyes of coffee and gold and if...
The truly educated become conscious. They become self-aware. They do not lie to...– —Chris Hedges - Why the United States Is Destroying Its Education System (via lerualo) Every single person should go read the rest of this article, because it is not only written in an incredible manner, but also because it is a remarkable piece of newsworthy information that deserves more...
I wish this song was on youtube...
Nothing— by The Blow the only reason not to go fucking around is nothing nothing is the only reason not to mess everything up the only reason not to go fucking around is nothing nothing is the only thing worth keeping my feet on the ground for with my feet on the ground it’s around more, the feeling then me can surround more then nothing comes down in a downpour I wanna hold nothing...
Sometimes I just touch my boobs... because I can.
youlovechloetai: Doesn’t every woman do this?? :D
hey you know what? Porn is great. sorry, GOOD* porn is great.
i am queen of theme changes, and i can’t seem to settle on one for forever. … and now that i think of it, i’m a lot like this in life: INDECISIVE. D: how can i change that?
I can't sleep.
so here’s a little treasure for your trove hunt. its a little poem about what i feel “When Things Fall Apart” i feel empty. there is really nothing left to give. nothing left to say. all the words hold no value and i am an empty boring day. no more sass, no more smiles, just a ball of broken down-ness. and i want to laugh, i really do, but i just cant help but drown in all...
One doesn’t believe in God at all, and the other believes so much that he even...– Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot (via vvmatsyuk)