#adrienneharris

[thecryptoreportz]

Top U.S. crypto regulator Adrienne Harris has resigned, according to a report.

[switchbladekiid-blog]

"Quit stealing the covers."

“Fuck off.” He slurred blearily, cheek pressed against the suede couch, nestling into it like he wanted it to swallow him. Big words from a boy who had a hard time killing bugs and apologized to furniture when he bumped into it. He hadn’t exactly decided to join the land of the living.

There was a silent beat before Sal sat up, rubbing at his eyepatch and giving her a regretful look from the other eye. It was fifty fucking degrees and he hadn’t fallen asleep until two, late for him. He had things to do. He always had things to do. He was Salvatore Mineo, Hollywood’s only surviving bad boy. Except he wasn’t very bad and he as in New York. But the sentiment was still the same. The rude JDs and militant assholes he played on screen didn’t reflect the charismatic delicate Italian he was in real life. A gentleman of some sort. “Did I just say that or did I dream it? God I didn’t mean to say that, you can have the blanket you can have the shirt off my back. That was awful.”

[justalonelystar]

Hello~

f we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[screamkxng-blog]

"Everybody wants your sex."

--  Dark eyes looked the woman up and down. Though partly true, the statement was a bit out there, he wasn’t sure whether to take it seriously or not. 

‘’Yeah, they do. But what of it?’’ He replied, in his ever-present cheeky manner, firmly settling his top teeth on his bottom lip. 

[loveinvein-blog1]

@adrienneharris | Cont: Keith chuckled, taking the invitation to look at Adrienne, but only a modest glimpse, her sheer dress, the curve of her waste, the curve of her perfectly colored lips. "I have some pretty nasty gashes too," Keith adds, looking up at the waitress, tapping his shoe against the floor under the table. His features are darker in the low, yellow light, skin brilliant and warm, dangling earring peering out like a third eye from a mess of black hair that hung around his shoulders. He had been there with people, glasses piled up, half eaten plates strewn about, but now he sat in the cushioned bench alone, quiet, seemingly content to be alone as he was with other people, face still long and far away. "Why don't you sit down?" Keith murmurs, trying one last time that night, peering down at her feet rubbing raw, "ain't no one here."

[glenmatlockhere-a]

"I'm known to be quite vexing, I'm just forewarning you."

“Is that so?”, he asked. The dark-haired lad furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing whether to believe the unknown female or not.

[justalonelystar]

"Sometimes we’re friends, sometimes we’re more than friends, and sometimes we act like we don’t know each other."

Even though Morgan was in a similar situation with a lad she knew, her situation seemed more complicated than the former’s. Support was needed for them, but she let the other reach out for her. “I might’ve been there. it’s bloody tough to get out of there, but I surely hope you two do what is best based on how you feel.”

[hereshecxmes]

Sunday Nights Live || closed ro

At the pub, there was a gig featuring a local band that has yet to be named. They played rock n roll, borrowing a fair amount of guitar licks from Blues artists in the 1950s. It was enjoyable to perform, even if it was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday night.

Since the night was still young and the city lights were so bright, the dancers were grouped together and went through the back door to the pub. The entered the side of the stage and began to dance to the beat while the band is still performing.