Me when I’m in labor
Literally me
I’m the nurse
I’m the husband
(via anger-over-apathy)
being in your twenties
expectation: lots of sex, partying, and fancy clothes
reality: constantly horny, nights at home, and poor
(via gnarly)
The armed protest organized at a Phoenix Mosque in the U.S. by an ex-Marine and the “leave our country”, “no place for violent Moslems in America” rhetoric of the rest of the organizers go on to show how the very idea of American patriotism is complicit in promoting prejudice against Muslims and…
(Source: muzahmat)
I love kissing. I love the way they feel, I love the sighs and moans that follow. I love the small pauses and teases for more. I love the small taste of tongue that brush together occasionally. I love the wandering hands. I like biting. I like pulling. I like running my tongue lightly across their bottom lip. I like the little laughs when its almost too good and you can’t help yourself. Idk. Making out as a whole is just pretty great.
(via kdzi666)
It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress you conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside.
by neurolove (via psych-facts)
by neurolove (via psych-facts)
(Source: wandererofsouth, via psych-facts)
when guys are dressed in suits and they unbutton the top of their shirt and they undo their bowtie but keep it hanging under their collar and maybe they roll up their sleeves a bit and their hair is all disheveled and
boys
(via steviabuscemi)
