when you think you have nothing left you still have the moon, sunsets, your favorite music, paper to write on, warm clothes, new starts and your cute self

i'm sexually interested in whatever's wrong with you

see my problem is if i “listen to my body” it literally only wants to lie down and take naps, all the time

cat haters dni

black women are so fucking amazing

I am an old person and tumblr is the porch

mouth stretched obscenely around a shaft that is nearly too big for it while pretty little tears cloud your vision and he thumbs them away while assuring you you’re doing such a great job with his heaving chest and breathy moans

passing the bong to my moots

another week of whatever the fuck this shit is