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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost

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Spring Dreams are Cruel
Some nights I dream of what should have been.
Watch it shift to what was.
Then wake up wishing I had died too.
And Stillness Follows
Neon blends together. Faster and faster south bound. Clasped, held, embraced in warmth. Laughter drowned by soft tunes. â..weâŠyet?â Asked every few miles. Forced air hits soft flesh. Dazed eyes cannot focus. Night turns to nightmare and stillness follows. Red and blue fading in and out. Worlds swim in spirals of nausea and sleep. Pinned, bound, gripped by fear. Shallow breaths speak in weak tones. âAre⊠ok?â A phrase never to be completed. Wet iron oxidized runs cold. Blue Iris, pupil blown wide. Light slips from the black and stillness follows. Blinding white. Noise all around. Restrained, splined, wrapped by cloth. Desperate words whisper from split lips. âwhere isâŠ?â To quite to be heard. Warm salt stings open cuts. Sclera strained red, drowning. Fear sets to reality and stillness follows.
Black. Sobbing. Cold. Silence. âAmen.â Shivers. Vailed. Vacant. And stillness follows.
Let me be your boyfriend in high heals...
Things Musicians do When They Play a Wrong Note
A bit of music humour for those of us who have played instruments or sang in a choral ensemble. I assure readers that all of these are accurate, having spent the last 17+ years of my life around these people. :)
First Violins: Screw up your face and pluck your strings as if making sure they are in tune.
Second Violins: What wrong note?
Violists: Adjust the placement of the viola on your shoulder, or else completely retune your instrument, no matter how bad the timing is.
Cellists: Make a big show of tightening/loosening your bow hair, or stop playing entirely. Ask the conductor to retune your instrument.
Bassists: Oh, what, were we supposed to play there?
Clarinetists/saxophonists: Check the placement of your keys; when further wrong notes are played (or if discovered that all keys are present), make a show of checking your reed for cracks or fiddling around with the ligature.
Oboists/Bassoonists/English Hornists: Take your reed off, take your reed knife out, and âtrimâ your reed.
Trumpeters: What do you mean, âwrong note?â We were right - the rest of the orchestra was playing the wrong notes.
Trombonists: Donât notice the wrong notes -Â thereâs too many of them to choose from.
French Hornists: Adjust your mouthpiece and 37 different pieces of your instrument.
Tuba Players: Play even louder in hopes that will make up for the wrong note, therefore drowning out the rest of the orchestra.
Euphonium/Baritone Players: Oh, well, life goes on.
All Brass Players: Blow through your instrument, making sure it didnât get too cold during the 3 beats of rest; always good is taking out your cleaning cloth and pulling all the nasty stuff out of your instrument and dumping it on the floor. The audience is now too grossed out to notice the wrong notes.
Flautists: Stare blankly at your flute for a moment, then pull out a bit. If still wrong, pull out even more and hope that did the trick.
Percussionists: Giggle and joke about it with the rest of your section; miss your next cue and giggle again, causing the conductor to stop the entire rest of the orchestra.
Guitarists: Hey, man, I $%#&ed upâŠletâs go back to the beginning (even if 2 lines from the end of the piece, as you have no clue where you were in the first place).
Accordionists: Who cares? The rest of the people vacated the room long before the wrong note.
Sopranos: Fake a coughing fit or give a dirty look to the soprano next to you.
Altos: (grumbling) Why fix it? Nobody will notice anyways, right?
Tenors: Crack a joke, apologise to the conductor, and get on with your life.
Basses: Youâre singing so low that theyâll all swoon even if the note is wrong
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It does have NSFW content. ;)
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Reading that BL smut alone in your room
The Boy and the Wolf ONLINE
If you like it, reblog it ! It means a lot
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Decades of artistic training has accumulated in this moment. Behold! My one true masterpiece. Business Fish is my husbando~ <3Â Gaze upon his handsome face and look deeply into those alluring eyes >////<
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20 Photographs of The Many Faces of Tokyoâs Stray Cats
Japanese photographer Masayuki Oki captures our favorite feline friends who live anonymously in the bustling city of Tokyoâs shitamachi area. His collection of cats images, called âbusayan,â which translates to âugly catâ portrays the adorable kitties goofing around, napping and even fighting. Okie documents their skills of survival, as well as the daily life of the homeless cat. He confesses: âI want to travel the country photographing all of Japanâs lovely stray cats.â
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Two Companies Release Matching Packaging That Kiss On The Shelves, LGBT Japan Approves
I want some
I had a nightmare I lost all my hair,
I had a dream that I didnât care,
At night I cry like a small child,
During the day I make sure I smile.
I canât open bottles and lids,
But Iâm expected to lift boxes and kids.
Many donât know, itâs a secret I keep.
It canât be a lie, that this cancer will reap.
ruinedchildhood:
How I take a seat
When I'm trying to seduce my crush.