assvvipe:

summer lovin
had me a blast
summer lovin
dick in my ass

uglysoulsbeautifulbodies:

DO NOT DISMISS A SOMETHING A CHILD IS PROUD OF. LOOK AT IT. POINT SOMETHING OUT AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE IT. IF A CHILD DRAWS YOU A RAINBOW, TELL THEM YOU LOVE HOW IT HAS RED. THEY WILL THINK “WOW. IT DOES HAVE RED. THEY LOVE HOW I PUT RED IN IT. I PUT RED IN IT. AND THEY NOTICED.” MAKE SURE YOUR CHILD KNOWS YOU ARE PROUD OF THEM.

theaveragefish:

why the hell did we all learn the exact words

"the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell"

passthepotatoes:

That’s what you get for trying to cut in

(Source: lolgifs.net)

Omg haha some guys are just so thristy.

"Call/text me when you wake up, okay?"

Like, calm down, dude. We just started talking like 3 hours ago haha.

It’s a good feeling though for guys to tell me that I’m cute and that they like my face and body. But at the same time, these same guys wouldn’t be talking to me if I had a different body type. A different group of guys would. That’s some trippy stuff.

Oh, and I find it hilarious that when they cum, some guys are like, “wtf did I just do wtf did I just say this is so gross” because lord knows that I’m one of these guys lol

I hella got over that phone sex in a millisecond lololololol

So this guy lives in Arizona and is willing to drive all the way to San Diego to visit and have a date/hookup with me.

I don’t know how I feel about this. 

It feels good to be wanted this bad though tbh

So this guy lives in Arizona and is willing to drive all the way to San Diego to visit and have a date/hookup with me.

I don’t know how I feel about this.

It feels good to be wanted this bad though tbh

unsmokable:

I need to get like 107% hotter

souljannoying:

"I’ve heard so much about you!"

oh shit

(Source: pemsylvania)

Nice things to whisper when hugging someone

yogurtville:

-you smell different when you’re awake
-please help me (then smile as if nothing happened)
-soon
-you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it
-your hair tastes like strawberries
-tonight….you.
-he knows, don’t go home.
-I always knew you would die in my arms
-every time I poop I think of you
-no one will ever believe you
-yessssssssssssss
-I killed mufasa
-I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear
-mother told me it would be like this

Every day, when I wake up in my bed, alone, I tell myself that you’re over me and over our relationship.

I tell myself every day that you don’t love me the way I love(d) you.

It’s funny because if you tell yourself something over and over again, you’ll start to believe it, no matter what it is.

Because of this, I’m better. Because of this, I’m no longer heartbroken. I’m no longer holding onto the chance of us being together again.

I’m returning back to my normal, happy, self. I’m doing fine. Great, actually.

I hope you are too.

Even still, I still love you.

That’s the only thing that hasn’t changed.