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allofthefeelings:

pheebadohdoh:

rewritingtheempire:

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nonsensicalnoelle:

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frosty-the-vegan:

tribecalledself:

Take note: Different forms of intimacy. 

I would feel so bad washing this off, holy shit

You could take a bath afterward with the artist and they can wash it off for you so you don’t feel responsible for their work. But also, it could teach the same kind of patience and concept that nothing lasts forever, similarly to the Tibetan Buddhist sand mandala tradition. And it could be just another step in your process of intimacy. Just a thought. 

I want to paint on someone holy shit.

Babe: You’re obligated to do this now. 

man, would love to have the type of friendship with people where we could all sit around topless, babes and dudes, and just paint on each other, and drink a little and laugh a lot

bolding last comment since not everything that looks intimate doesn’t really have to be

I think this is one of those times where it might be awesome to differentiate between “intimate” and “erotic”?

It can be totally intimate and still completely platonic. Human realtionships can be wonderful like that.

(Source: simplysimplifysimplicity, via disneybombshell)

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)

Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?
Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?
Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.
Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?
Dad: Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.
Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.
Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.
Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.
Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.
Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.
Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.
Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.
Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*
Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.
Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...
Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.
Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.
Dad: Fuck the government.
Dad: Fuck the school board.
Dad: Close the door.
Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.
Dad: I love puns.
Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.
Dad: Please shut up.
Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.
Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.
Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.
Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.
Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.
Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.
Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.
Dad: They act like I care what they think.
Dad: I hate homework.
Dad: I have decided to become a politician.
Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.

psyducked:

I have been watching Lord of the Rings since 6:30am. I don’t know what year it is. I have forgotten the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. I’ve even forgotten my own name

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mosthatedpk:

sodashopsweetie:

1943

When the men went off to war, the females held this country the fuck down

johannsebastianbitch:

You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.

(Source: jamesbabeshaw, via wxnderlustt)

i-need-the-pie-bitch:

i-need-the-pie-bitch:

my brother once accidentally locked himself in a dog cage and starting snapchatting photos for help till my mum and dad had to drive over and free him

did I fail to mention my brother is a 25 year old man

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smokhy:

 

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georgiamoffts:

A perfect life.

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disneybombshell:

sweetvirginialiving:

mindd-overrr-matter:

salangevarahjartanorkarsla:

motionlessinwh0rror:

xblvck:

temptress-tears:


why is she big spoon tho

because why the fuck not. because girls like to be the big spoon too. because boys like to be held. because everyone likes to be held. because not every girl needs to be enveloped in some guy all the time, or anyone. because sometimes men want to be the little spoons and feel safe and woman want to do the protecting. because shut up.


I like being big spoon better tbh

becAUSE MEN DOESNT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THE STRONG MASCULAR ONE BECAUse it’s ok to let your guard down

Reblogging for the comments

i’m the big spoon at least 50% of the time and i like it.


BEING BIG SPOON IS REALLY HARD WHEN YOU’RE SO MUCH SMALLER THAN UR DUDE SOMEONE SEND ME ANON BIG SPOON TIPS OR SOMETHING I NEED THE SECRET

(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via disneybombshell)

The other day, Chris was in a full piece rubber body suit that had a zipper and I kept trying to unzip it, and he kept yelling at me.

(Source: grimm-warning-archive, via beccalovato)