Wednesday, September 17, 2014

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014
lovingmalemodels:

#GuilhermeLeao @guilhermeleaoficial 

lovingmalemodels:

#GuilhermeLeao @guilhermeleaoficial 

adreianpayne:

I just want one day without y’all being extra

adreianpayne:

I just want one day without y’all being extra

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suckcockforsatan:

fuckin’ bananas

suckcockforsatan:

fuckin’ bananas

pizzapriince:

following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf♡

pizzapriince:

following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf♡

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Saturday, September 13, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
palestineback:

"This is not a dollhouse, this is Gaza"

palestineback:

"This is not a dollhouse, this is Gaza"

Reblog If You Can Take Off Your Bra Without Taking Your Shirt Off.

yay-someoneactually:

awomanfromitaly:

anukii:

mis-c3l-la-neous:

themishamigosofthemishapocalypse:

50eathaters:

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Girl’s are amazing

I think we broke the notes…

i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”

THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES

WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY

what the heLL

Um….guys….

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There are negative notes….

WHY ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?

HOW ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?!?!?!?!

rotition:

I’m looking for a tumblr girlfriend to make famous! Following everyone back :) <3

rotition:

I’m looking for a tumblr girlfriend to make famous! Following everyone back :) <3

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My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

three questions | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)