thanks dad

soft grunge is so tempting tho

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Sex is your bodily fluids and theirs and your tongues tangled and feeling someone so close and intimate that you could stay like that for hours, despite the fact that you’re both hot and sweaty and out of breath but still you can manage to say I love you. And if you aren’t mature enough to handle that, you probably shouldn’t be having sex. Tell your kids this instead of planting the thought in their minds that if they have sex as a teenager they are bad people (via terriblethoughtsx)

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  • waitress: i'm sorry we're all out of mozzarella sticks
  • waitress: sir please stop cyring
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don’t take yourself too seriously

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I know what makes him cry and I know what makes him cum. So I win.

My co-worker, on her ex. (via jdvlla)


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to get to sleep
i count the number of times
you forgot to say i love you too,
i stitched the names of all the
movies we watched together into 
my bottom lip,
hoping I could taste your laughter
one more time,
but we both know it’s better if
you stayed gone because the spot
you used to sleep is taken by 
men who won’t leave the lights on
long enough to tell me my eyes 
are beautiful, 
but they do it any ways,
i realized i don’t need you, but
my fingers are getting cold and my 
legs miss yours wrapped in them,

to get to sleep,
i count the number of times i
was afraid to say i love you first

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I wanted to feel you
in the wrinkles of my pillow,
but you never liked
the way my hair smelled like
cigarettes and you
swore i was pretty but you
closed your eyes when
we kissed and no amount
of boys with straight
teeth and questionable morals
could ever make me
feel better than your fingertips
on my bruised skin,
I swore i would love you forever
so im taking shots
of cheap alcohol and biting your
name into his lip,
i hope you remember me in the
wrinkles on your bed
and the hair dye on your bathtub ledge
and ill remember you as rooftops
alone and wishing I was dead ill remember you | fragilefuck (via fragilefuck)

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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

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An identification chart of 42 North American butterflies.
By artist Eleanor Lutz. You can find the full sized GIF here or pick up a poster for your room here.
I’m sorry that we live in a culture that commodifies sexuality of unwilling participants. Anne Hathaway. Amen. (via socialsurvival)
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in math today my teacher asked what makes a number perfect and I said its dazzling personality and she almost kicked me out

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A rare four-legged duckling named Donald got to travel all the way from his home in Louisiana to meet the “real” Donald Duck at Disney World.
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