zeldathemes
i don't know. and i don't want to.
Thug Tears &
Unicorn Jizz
yungneako:

$LEAN GANG$

yungneako:

$LEAN GANG$

yasgawd:

i will be having nightmares tonight thank you

yasgawd:

i will be having nightmares tonight thank you

divasdishblog:

"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."
- Our Bodies, Ourselves.

divasdishblog:

"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."

Our Bodies, Ourselves.

i would love to showcase my talents of cunninglus on your vagina

Anonymous

Why is it so easy to miss things that proably wasnt real to began with.
Why do I miss friends I never really had…
Is it so wrong to just want to belong?
To be wanted other than admired or lusted after?
But to belong in ones joy and laughter
To belong in ones plans or days because I bring something to the table.
Why cant I be befriended?
What have I done so horribly wrong to not belong?
Is it in this life or a past?
Why cant I share sunshine with those who are dear, even peer
Yet my mind deceives me
Lying, catering to my insecurities
Baiting me into belief that it is of my own doing…
For the longest I’ve believed that I am a longer…
Beautiful girls cannot have friends
But why must I believe that?
They do have friends
Cliques, circles , and gangs!
Why must my gravitational pull be so low?
Weak…
Why must 96% of my friendship be seasonal.
Why!
Why do I even fucking care…
Why did I have to experience belonging to have it all slip away..
Summer soon will be approaching and all I will be left with is memories of friends who have come and gone…
I don’t want to be popular. ..
I want to belong. -nbsp

victoriousvocabulary:

VIVIFICENT

[adjective]

Obsolete: living; possessing life; not dead.

Etymology: from Latin vivus “alive”.

[Fay Helfer]

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
(via wanduring)

ohmyearth:

Catnapping, 2013

postautopsyanalysis:

Omg ^___^ / SUICIDE : Baby (Shintaro Kago)

postautopsyanalysis:

Omg ^___^ / SUICIDE : Baby (Shintaro Kago)