i never understood
what made your lips on my neck
such an intimate affair
until your teeth grazed my pulse
and i realized 
you could tear open my throat
and make me bleed out in your arms
but instead
you chose to kiss

thecouscousqueen:

i’m envious of those thighs

cahlm:

FRESH & MODERN

— Kurt Vonnegut (via endangerment)

i hate owls

my mother said i could be anything i wanted so i became an anxious and antisocial recluse with an internet dependence and an intolerance for natural light

hippyjamfest:

I want to join your hardcore band but my mom wants to talk to your mom first

greedyjaguar:

bootydemons:

tru

dont pull something lollll