Do you ever think about your OTP having muffled, rough sex against a wall
Because I do
Our entire world history nailed.
Things which remain consistant - Sex, death and war.
this is the greatest thing I have seen on tumblr.
I had to have this
A modern classic.
History of Humanity
Time for some bi positivity! What’s your favorite thing about being bi? or pan or lgbt in general?
the pure, unfiltered power
The ability to commune with unicorns.
glowing in the dark
T H E V O I D
Communing with the dead in the Aetheric Plane
—addiction (via pillsand-coffee)
50 Shades of Grey (via kaley)
Next time you feel bad about your work, remember this shit got published
puckered love cave?
what the ever living fuck
I really don’t care what kind of blogs you have, This deserves a reblog
man the last image really got me..
The second to last really killed me.
A simple thing we see frequently on the Internet being put into the perspective of real life.
The last one put me to tears all I can think is my grandpa and how much I miss him
I don’t advocate war but the I have a lot of love for the victims of it. These put things into perspective.
I can’t help but cry every time I see this
things they don’t show you in porn:
- elbowing each other in the face
- leg cramps
- accidentally pulling each other’s hair
- ass pubes
things they also don’t show in porn:
- sleepy morning sex
- mutual giggle fits over awkward situations
- sex fading into cuddles fading into sex and back into cuddles
- your lover’s o face
so don’t ever compare yourself to porn thank you
These are modern day lynchings
THAT WAS SOMEBODY’S FUCKING BABY. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING RIGHT NOW, THEY WERE PLAYING IN AN ABANDONED HOUSE BEING FUCKING KIDS AND NOW THIS LITTLE BOY IS DEAD.
there are tears in my eyes. he was younger than my baby sister. i held her in my arms just a little while before his family did.
my sister is a child. she’s a child and she’s fifteen. this is a child and they murdered him.
My daughter just turned four, and my son is about to turn nine. My fiance/father of my kids is a large, rather intimidating black man. I am a petite, red-haired, white woman. He is also the gentlest man I have ever had the great pleasure of knowing.
Is he next? Am I safe? Are my children safe?
It scares me so much that I could come home one day or get a call at work and find my son or the love of my life dead on the kitchen floor.
"I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" by My Chemical Romance
Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge