aanubis:

albino dobermans

deadlyspoons:

I either dress like im going to a red carpet event or like im a homeless drug addict there is no in between

bravo-hotel:

Untitled (Children with Sparklers in Provincetown) ca. 1958. Robert Frank. Gelatin silver print

Don’t ask me about school or the weather, ask me why I slam my door shut when I’m angry or why I’m scared of dying and what I would do if zombies were to attack

— Taya (via milk-and-ice)

If I told you
How many times
I’ve sat alone
On the shower floor,
I promise,
You’d cry too.

— l.s.f. (via theopenmaw)

momunofu:

I found your street on google maps

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I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.

Connotativewords | jl | You and Me (via connotativewords)

shingeki-no-kou:

I wish boobs did the bra thing without having to wear the bra