You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell
Something my friend told me the other day (via scrlett)
I love the way girls fuck. I love how they try so hard to be quiet, but when the right spot is stroked at exactly the right time, they can’t help but let a moan escape. I love how around family they’re so sweet and innocent, but in the bedroom they bite and moan like the bad girl they are. I love how she feels against me, and I love to hear how I feel against her. I love when our bodies combine as one and I can feel her soul intertwine with mine. I love the taste of her, I love her scent. I love the love scars she gives me. I love the way we make love.
EXCLUSIVE: St. Louis Police Officer Blows the Whistle on Rampant Corruption Within the Department
“I wouldn’t have came down here (to Ferguson) and stood on those front lines, I would have taken my uniform off and have resigned. I didn’t have to come down here, but I would not have come down here and oppressed these people.”
I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us
The Villa Adriana (Hadrian’s Villa) in Tivoli, Italy.
I found this house randomly on Google earth and none of us knew how the hell it got there.
It’s Bjork’s house, Iceland (her home town) gave her this house and the island for putting Iceland on the map.
Ommmmg bjork kajfjsj
how y’all calling an entire country a hometown
It’s not Bjork’s house Iceland did not give Bjork a house lmaoooo wtf
Tumblr is the heart of made up stories
I’ll marry a man who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol —
And knows when to make which.
Amen (via insanity-and-vanity)