You got the rumblys that only hands can satisfy xXxX
NO NO NO FUCK NO

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You got the rumblys that only hands can satisfy xXxX
NO NO NO FUCK NO
YOU SMELL LIKE PUBES
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I write poetry because I want to know why I breathe, because I want to know why I sleep, because I want to know why I dream, because I want to know why I love, because I want to know why I live, because I want to know why I exist.
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Ok, so here’s personal story time.
I went to Disney World Magic Kingdom today wearing this pink and white sun dress and my hair was in soft curls. My hair is sort of long, but you can’t really tell that from the picture.
Anyway, we were walking around for a little while, and then this mother walked up to me holding her daughter’s hand. At first I kind of got nervous because I don’t just get randomly talked to on the norm. But then the mother kind of embarrassingly said “I don’t mean to bother you dear, but my daughter here has been asking me non stop since she’s seen you if you were Sleeping Beauty and if it’s your day off.”
Ok, now I do not look like any Disney Princess. So I assumed she only thought this because of my hair and dress (I would imagine if Sleeping Beauty were walking around Disney in the summertime on her day off she would wear a pink sun dress. Or blue lol).
I looked down at the daughter, who was wearing a Sleeping Beauty kids dress and she was kind of hiding behind her mom and smiling. So instead of telling her no, this is what I did:
I bent down to my knees so I could be on her level and I said, “Oh Princess, you must have just woken up for behaving so silly. Obviously you are Princess Aurora, aren’t you?” I pointed to her dress. “It really is an honor to meet you. You’re my favorite Disney Princess.” By now she was giggling and moving out from behind her mom. “But I have to warn you. I heard that an evil sorceress is out to get you, so be careful. Make sure you be safe and stay away from spinning wheels!” I looked up at the girl’s mother who had the biggest smile on her face. “Ok Princess, you better get back to running the kingdom. And remember to always keep dreaming!” The girl then gave me a hug. When they were walking away the mother turned back to me and I noticed her eyes were watery. She mouthed “thank you”.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, gave me the most satisfying feeling I have ever had.
last time i went to disney land someone mistook me for a trash collector
I just spit everywhere
OMG I WAS GONNA REBLOG THIS FOR THE CUTE STORY BUT THAT FUCKING NOTE GOT ME I’M DEAD
I’m crying I’m laughing so hard and my husband is rethinking his choice on marrying me
and kids, please remember
taking your meds is very punk rock
staying hydrated is totally punk rock
eating is extremely punk rock
loving yourself is as punk rock as it gets so please take care
the sky looked lovely tonight
Golf ball hitting steel at 150mph, recorded at 70 000fps
physics is so fucked up
holy shit hahaha
When you can physically feel your heartbreak
I’m laying in my bed, in my house and all I want to do is go home
This means something different to everybody (via redmysteryalexx)
I wonder if my parents see the pain in my eyes and choose to ignore it
thoughts that shouldn’t hit me mid-day (via thatvroks )
When you picture a home, you picture a building with walls and doors and windows. Growing up thats all we were taught. No one told us that a home could have a heartbeat and piercing eyes that shift colour when the light hits them. No one told us that their smile could brighten up an entire room that makes people stop and stare. No one told us that their touch is softer than any blanket you wrap around yourself, that their touch ignites a spark that turns into a flame and engulfs you in warmth. No one told us that their arms can protect you better than any door, than any lock. No one told us that a home can be a person, and that loving them is like leaving your front door wide open; allowing everything in. You feel safe and secure. You feel loved. But they fail to tell you that a home can burn down, and burn you with it. That the walls can crack and the roof can collapse, and then you’re left in the middle of the debris; alone and scared and hurt. See no one told us that was a risk. No one told us that you’re left more vulnerable than you were with your door wide open. But they do tell you that everything has risks, that anything can be rebuilt. They tell you that taking chances can lead up to the greatest adventures of your life. They never told me you’d be my home, but they told me to take the chance. And that’s what I’m doing.
D.B.// Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #1 (via dying-s0uls)
Do me a favor okay? Stop trying to go back to who you were before. Before you were raped, before you got sick before an eating disorder took over your life. stop trying to be who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Before the mental illness took over, before he died, back before your parents split or you lost your best friend.
You are NOT the same person as before. You never will be again. Give up the idolization of “before” and be who you are now. Be the you AFTER.
Thank you
no post on tumblr has ever hit me more than this whoa
Thank you for this. Really🌸
You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world.
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