oh my boyfriend has this tattoo
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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oh my boyfriend has this tattoo
i just want to wrap keaton up in blankets and put him in my wildlife rescue basket ♥
I was feeling bored and nostalgic and made my first stupid gif. :3
“The song is about being violently assaulted and it made me crazy for a few years. I got really paranoid walking around at night and started feeling really unsafe. The song is more about empowering myself physically amongst a masculine power, and the hate of feeling powerless, making light of masculine physical power, making it jovial and non-threatening. I took a typically violent cultural situation and made it pop and happy.”
I’ve always liked this song more because of the reason behind it.
The Birth of Venus, Botticelli. 1486
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Paintings by Sarah Elizabeth Martin
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sarah.. :) why?
Every day, I get like 6587 notifications on facebook because my mum likes and comments on every single thing I do. Every post, every comment I make to anyone, every photo I'm tagged in, every picture I like. Likes, comments, and sometimes even shares. If anyone posts on my page, it's likely that she's answered their questions before I even get a chance to. I've said something before.. many times. Nicely. She stops for awhile, then comes back with a fucking vengeance.
afdgshshjgasf.
I feed bad for ranting but I just had to. I'm not some moody teen having a go at my mum, I'm 30.
And I know I'll look back on it and smile someday. But FFS mum..
Swear to god if she had my tumblr she'd like and comment on this.
I cant help taking pictures like this when Bobert sits on my lap.