It’s near half five in the morning and through my open window drifts a cool breeze accompanied by the sounds of birds.
The sun starts to rise, slowly but surely and not yet have I rested.
Another day is about to start and I can’t make sense of my own head, never mind how certain people manage to wake every morning.


Why am I not having sex right now?

Reblog if you’d fuck one of your followers.

My lord, i hate getting in these moods.
Especially when there’s no ‘solution’ to such a mood.


the lunar eclipse condensed to 3 seconds, for those of you who had clouds or are in a hurry


if ur drinking ur orange juice w/ pulp why dont u just go eat an orange cuz ur a piece of shit raised in the jungles

"I don’t like the person I’ve become;
I don’t like what the sadness has done to me."
[68/365] (via hefuckin)

What gets me about some of these photos on tumblr is, what situation would that be taken in? Like, how does that even come up?

"oh hey uh, honey, could you bend over for a second while I grab your ass and take a picture?"
“what?! Why?! What on earth makes you thi-“
“its for tumblr”
“oh yeah okay sure whatever you like, want my boobs in that too?”

1 missing hamster, send help asap

Okay, Lexys gone a-wol and eveytime i hear her move, i sit up to look for her and there’s just nothing but silence and absence of hamster.
This hamster is a fucking mastermind.


neck kissing is honestly the hottest, most seductive thing anybody could ever do to me. if you kiss my neck, if you playfully bite my neck, if your tongue touches my neck i will melt in your fingertips.

"She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful."
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via myquotelibrary)
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