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Don’t just tell me that you want me.
Show me.
Run your hands down my body and grab my hips.
Drags your lips across my neck and moan in my ear.
Push me down and hold my wrists tight.
Kiss me hard and fast, make me crave you.
Grab my thighs and do as you please.
Tease me slowly, make me catch my breath.
Look me in the eyes, smile that wonderful smile.
Make me moan and beg.
Whisper the dirty little things in the back of your mind.
I’m all yours, don’t be afraid to show it.
Slow down when my eyes roll back and kiss me.
Pull your body against mine.
Be as gentle or rough as you’d like, I don’t mind.
Make sure the neighbors know your name.
Leave some love marks, as the body is a canvas.
Do as I say, but sometimes don’t.
Whisper sweet nothings against my lips.
Make my body tremble for you.
Don’t just tell me that you want me.
Show me.

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well damn

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This is perfect

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This. This is perfect.

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Ugghhhh please

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undeadxarmy:

jaclcfrost:

idk why wearing someone else’s shirt or sweater or jacket is so satisfying and comforting but it is

but not as satisfying as seeing someone else wearing your jacket or sweatshirt. like. wow. they’re wearing my sweatshirt. and it’s cute as fuck. 

belltreesandcrossbreeds:

Ohmygod Zipper’s clear hatred of his life make me crack up every time i talk to him.

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lets-go-lesbos:

I never actually say hi to my friends, I just make creepy faces at them from a distance.

I either do that or run at them and jump on them so they don’t have time to see my creepy face.

A friend of mine posted a Facebook status.

"Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end."

But you know what? Toni’s amazing life ended at just 25. And even though she ended on a high note, and I love her and never had unresolved issues with her, NOTHING IS OKAY about her leaving.

NOTHING IS OKAY about the accident. Even if I found out who ultimately killed her, IT DOESN’T MAKE IT OKAY.

So fuck that.

Now, this doesn’t mean I’m not living my life or grieving or dealing with what happened. For us being best friends, I’m dealing quite well. I’ve got the support of some truly amazing people.

But that shit’s fucked up, man.

zannablack:

superlockedinthephandom:

sarajust:

taggedbooty:

offlcer:

♫ it’s going down, i’m yelling Simba ♫

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TOO SOON

IT’S BEEN 20 YEARS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS BEEN 20 YEARS

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oh my god…

;_; JUST NO NO NO