I need to see a bitches arm vein while she chokes me, I need a death grip on my throat

just crying over how romantic Freddie & Jim were nbd

Lady Aphrodite

Goddess of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, procreation, and all aspects of sexuality.

Requested by @colorfulchaospeach

taking requests

Kewaunee, Wisconsin

built in 1901

Jewish culture is inserting random Jewish characters into your fanfiction because I don't care of its not relevant, a character WILL say 'shma israel" when something scary happens

SABRINA CARPENTER photographed by Jack Brigland | SKIMS (2024)

Idk if you're bi or just horny

can't a girl be both

oh to have a silly little house like this...

Diary of a Wimpy Kid dir. Thor Freudenthal

happy womens day to everyones favorite woman

happy womens day to everyones favorite woman

Because being a Derry Girl, well, it's a fucking state of mind.

Can we talk about Eddie’s hands real quick? Cause like okay, he plays guitar, he’s good with cars, he most definitely knows how to roll a joint, he wears cool rings. Alsoooo the clip where he’s in the cafeteria flipping the bird, YOU CAN SEE VEINS?!?! WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST IT I MEAN I LOST IT. Sooo anywho…I live for Eddie and his hands

WHEN HARRY MET SALLY (1989) dir. Rob Reiner

i just think people should want me carnally even though i never leave the house

The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart. If you have ever recovered from a serious illness, you will be familiar with the blessed state when you are in a delicious state of anticipation, and are liable to smile without any obvious reason. Evidently that is what nature is experiencing just now. The ground is cold, mud and snow squelches under foot, but how cheerful, gentle and inviting everything is! The air is so clear and transparent that if you were to climb to the top of the pigeon loft or the bell tower, you feel you might actually see the whole universe from end to end. The sun is shining brightly, and its playful, beaming rays are bathing in the puddles along with the sparrows. The river is swelling and darkening; it has already woken up and very soon will begin to roar. The trees are bare, but they are already living and breathing.

Anton Chekhov, The Exclamation Mark