Juicy

its my summer boyfriend

commission for explodinghye on twitter!

He did not even bother to dismount. Instead the skeletal steed whinnied and galloped straight toward her. Arthas gripped the reins with his left hand, his right drawing back the massive sword. Sylvanas sobbed, once. No cry of fear or regret came from those lips. Only a short, harsh sob of impotent anger, of hatred, of righteous fury that she was not able to stop them, not even when she had given all she could, not even with her life’s blood.

hmmm

s/o to this senior lesbian who bought a $100+ oblong piece of rock from urban outfitters and told the internet that it realigned her nut chakras and that is NOT sarcasm. i love her

“C’mon Aunt Lin, it will be fun!”

There is nothing new under the sun.

*I frantically spin the wheel from Byzantine Erotica to the Summa Theologica*

Can’t hear shit when munching on them chips

The only good article Cosmo has ever done

break time