theintentionallife:

In the dream we’re in Słowiński over that hill, near-mountain of sand, in the middle of the night where no one could possibly find us. The sand builds up in my shoes, my socks, my pockets, my ears, my eyes, and months later, walking in Tennessee, looking for jobs, I can still feel it rubbing…

nymphogirl05:

the first time giving a blow job like image

pokemown:

noseperiod:

this still fucks me up


is that tekken

pokemown:

noseperiod:

this still fucks me up

is that tekken

(Source: dickieman)

Prayer points replenished

Prayer points replenished

(Source: pezposts)

cherrychublicious92:

clockingcreativity:

meetmeincalifornia:

artemisfowlstolemysoul:

bronephreinel:

 Imagine Person A singing “You are my sunshine” as Person B slowly dies in their arms

what THE FUCK 

I DIDN’T FUCKING NEED THAT RIGHT NOW

FUCK YOU

imagine if person b sung it to comfort person a

YOU’RE NOT HELPING.

theintentionallife:

what you don’t know

is that there was no hand-

holding after the fucking

nor was there cuddling.

silence and cold space.

you don’t know the hurt

of the betrayer because the

betrayed is the one who writes

poems. the betrayer isn’t allowed

hurt, and perhaps that’s fair.

you don’t know that…

This is fucking rad.

(Source: brunts)

toxic-ponies:

kissingeverysinglenight:

huade:

doe-eyes:

Anthony Michael Hall and Molly Ringwald in a record shop during a break while filming The Breakfast Club, 1984

ultimate teen dream couple

BABIESSSS

Black and white couples blog

Cute

(Source: nineteeneighties)

buzzfeed:

mildlyamused:

In which Trixie is the Internet.

(Source: angryblackman)

(Source: robertdeniro)