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amargedom

“I like a man who wears his soul on his face.”

— Jim Morrison (via minuty)

penisennui

livinmokotory

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penisennui:

(via Justin Jorgensen) “In 2007 I worked with photographers Williams + Hirakawa to create a concept piece of me sleeping on a sheet cake. I though these cakes looked like pillows, and there’s the obvious play on ‘sweet dreams.’

I wondered if I could fall asleep on a cake and have sweet dreams. I didn’t. It was pretty gross really and wasn’t easy to wash off.

A few years later, outtakes from the shoot were sold to Getty Images as stock photos. I didn’t know this until 2011 when one of those photos made #13 on the wildly popular Buzzffed.com list of “60 Completely Unusable Stock Photos.”

Into 2014, the Getty Image photo continues to make the rounds on Facebook and Tumblr.”

skylorde

i can’t believe i leveled up enough to unlock cake pillow guy’s backstory

coelasquid

I can’t believe the “sweet dreams” joke didn’t occur to me

succulentbud

this is uber. am outside

nnintendoe-deactivated20210629

Reblog if you have read fan fiction better than some published books

Help me prove a point

slowly-giving-up-everything-dea

Had to share this @WeHeartIt

blue-mahou

Literally anyone: All you need is hope!

Me: Hope doesn’t exist.

Magical Girl: All you need is hope!

Me as I wipe tears away: Yeah you’re right.

jessabella-hime

Pink/white sailor moon cartoon printing t-shirt from 【Sanrense】 Use Discount Code ‘creepycutie’ for 10% off!

lohver

if life has treated you like trash and you still make an effort to be a good person i appreciate you. thank you.

dateacutiesuggestion

Date a cutie that you deserve

butchinelle

Late in the afternoon

stability

deacterfeita-deactivated20130

Quero sexo na escada e alguns hematomas e depois descanso numa cama nossa e pura. Quero o sobrenome dele, o suor dele, a alma dele, o dinheiro dele (brincadeira…). Que ele me ame como a minha mãe, que seja mais forte que o meu pai. Quero que ele passe a mão na minha cabeça quando eu for sincera em minhas desculpas e que ele me ignore quando eu tentar enrolá-lo em minhas maldades. Quero que ele me torne uma pessoa melhor, que faça sexo como ninguém, que invente novas posições, que me faça comer peixe apimentado sem medo, respeite meus enjôos de sensibilidade, minhas esquisitices depressivas e morra de rir com meu senso de humor arrogante. Que seja lindo de uma beleza que me encha de tesão e que tenha um beijo que não desgaste com a rotina.

Tati Bernardi. (via versificar)