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unretrieved:

and then satan said “here, have feelings”

misguided-innocence:

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Anonymous
asks:
your husband seems like a dick kill him. also does ghosts still exist?

itseasytoremember:

billyteddy:

he is a dick and killing him is on my list, but he’s attractive so i’m going to get one more kid out of him

i’m not sure on the ghost front, i guess we’ll find out after i kill my husband and put his gravestone in my backyard 

YOU NEED TO MAKE IT MORE OBVIOUS THAT THIS IS ABOUT THE SIMS

qunerdi:

???????

WHAT KIND OF COURT IS THIS

untanglingamy:

relyonloveonceinawhile:

whatmariadidnext:

two4fit:

TABLOID HEADLINES WITHOUT THE SEXISM

"WOMAN IN TRACKSUIT PROBABLY NOT DISOWNED BY ENTIRE FAMILY"

"It’s mildly breezy outside."

'Woman has legs'.
I fucking love this.

aboutagrohl:

moist-grunge:

TEAR AND TIER ARE PRONOUNCED THE SAME BUT TEAR AND TEAR ARE PRONOUNCED DIFFERENTLY 

im glad english is my first language because if i had to learn it as a second language id jump off a bridge

lakilester:

No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.

lakilester:

No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.

sashatattooing:

Morning with @paveldovgal ❤️😘  Buddha in progress 🙏 #sashatattooing  (at Pacific Regency Hotel Suites)

sashatattooing:

Morning with @paveldovgal ❤️😘 Buddha in progress 🙏 #sashatattooing (at Pacific Regency Hotel Suites)

I just laid in her bed
and listened to her tinkling
through the wall
and thought about running away
with her
to another planet.
A planet
that would let me kiss
the sound
of innate sadness
right outta her light, naked
footsteps.
A planet
that would let me
love her
in all the unnatural
and inhuman ways
she deserved
to be loved in.

Then I heard
the toilet flush.

She came back to bed,
laid down beside me
and we both fell asleep
on the same stupid planet
we had both been struggling
to learn how to love on
since the day
we were born.

I hate me
for accepting
the physical boundaries
of this world
and for trying to fit
our unusual love
inside of it.

xizv:

*does drugs but won’t eat white bread*

And so I grew from colt to stallion, as wild and reckless as thunder over the land. Racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind. Flying? There were times I believed I could.

ittybitty-machine:

50flightsofstrong:

xxunlovelyxx:

asanaambitions:

therealcoleyy:

nachtbilder:

Justin Bartels - Impression (2012)

I can’t not reblog this.

This is the best thing on the Internet. We undress everyday and it shows us how confined we are. Those imprints show how uncomfortable we are throughout each day just to impress other people. We create prisons in our own clothes. We are a prisoner in a socially constructed idea of what is beautiful.

yes its back

This.

Amazing

knuffelvos:

wear your armor

whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

wear your armor and kick ass