Why so serious?

I love bukkake

Your mom.


The Real Deal.

The Real Deal.

(Source: peace-in-price)

zohbugg:

dr-ift:

bl-ossomed:

niick4:

this is the coolest thing ive seen on this website

holy

Wait what how

what the fuck you mean how? a goddamn computer, that’s how
fuckin think this is some real bullshit like you’re confused as to how someone can hold water and a tiny ass ship are u fuckin’ kidding me
"how"
fuck u

zohbugg:

dr-ift:

bl-ossomed:

niick4:

this is the coolest thing ive seen on this website

holy

Wait what how

what the fuck you mean how? a goddamn computer, that’s how

fuckin think this is some real bullshit like you’re confused as to how someone can hold water and a tiny ass ship are u fuckin’ kidding me

"how"

fuck u

(Source: dimensao7)

burning-soul:

Great Wall of China, 2007

burning-soul:

Great Wall of China, 2007

(Source: Flickr / marc_guitard)

I hate playing referee to bunch of adults acting like children, who can’t be fucked to sit down for 20mins and talk.

Yes all of you talk behind each others backs, and not have a open mind about anything, that will make things better and won’t cause blow ups later on

The noble mind wishing to benefit others is extremely fruitful. It is the principal source of happiness, courage, and success in life. When our minds are full of suspicion and ill will, we automatically feel that others think badly of us. These negative feelings color all our relations with our fellow human beings. More often than not they lead to unhappiness.

Dalai Lama

littlerestlessone:

She was quiet as she served him. Almost hesitant. He watched her carefully, aware of the tension in her body. Aware of the silence that was generally filled with her hums or laughter or chatter. Still she served, and he welcomed it. The ritual, the routine of the end of their week bringing comfort to them both. As she washed him he watched her tension melt away, felt the change in her touch, the devotion and adoration. "Touch me." he said gently and she did, but still she wasn’t quite with him, it wasn’t quite right. "Look at me." he spoke, gentle, smiling as her eyes met his. "Watch me. Watch my pleasure as you serve me. Look at how good you make me feel."

littlerestlessone:

She was quiet as she served him. Almost hesitant. He watched her carefully, aware of the tension in her body. Aware of the silence that was generally filled with her hums or laughter or chatter.

Still she served, and he welcomed it. The ritual, the routine of the end of their week bringing comfort to them both. As she washed him he watched her tension melt away, felt the change in her touch, the devotion and adoration.

"Touch me." he said gently and she did, but still she wasn’t quite with him, it wasn’t quite right.

"Look at me." he spoke, gentle, smiling as her eyes met his. "Watch me. Watch my pleasure as you serve me. Look at how good you make me feel."

(Source: avalon010)