I hate the growing thought in the back of my head that’s just waiting for the cold, waiting for me to get bad. I hate that I want to give in to it, that in some sick way I want to get bad again. I hate that my head can’t be content with anything pertaining to myself

"boner garage"
“caution:enter at your own risk”
“I<3 penetration”
“morning wood *picture of sun and tree*”
“skank 4 lyfe”
“I’m cliche as shit *pic of anchor*”
“stupid quote here”
“I’m a racist + a faggot”


i hate you but i know we still think about each other

(via commonly-used-penis-jokes)


inner thigh hickies would be lovely right now

(Source: bxstxrds, via terriblesensation)

"at this time last year
i was a mess and i feel
like a mess again"
- A messy haiku - jw (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: spittingpebbles, via prozac-smile)

kingofeverythingkingofnothing: Imagine yourself pinned beneath me. Hands to either side of your head, you feel the strong grip of my hands as my fingers wrap around your wrists. A soft breath washes against your neck, followed quickly by my lips, making their mark against your skin. Warm and wanting, my kisses make their way downward along the curve of your shoulder... 

I’m uncomfortable

wow I just really want rough sex



Kiss the pussy through the panties before you do anything else.

(via downpress)