Just text me good night, it means more than you think.
I’m going to sleep, to wake up tomorrow and open with a coworker who cannot speak at the moment.
Why can’t he speak, you ask? Is it a throat infection? A cold? No, dear Tumblies. It’s because of a sword swallowing incident. An actual, literal sword.
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
"The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation"
justice for mike brown and thousands of others is literally nothing less than complete dismantling of white supremacist capitalism
okay but when you have holocaust survivors and people who were activists during the civil rights movement supporting mike brown and then KKK members and neo nazi’s supporting the officer you should be able to figure out which side is the right one.
sex in the shower? no. slip and bust my ass. break my dick. she slippin too. she knock her head on the tile she passed out. bleedin. i cant walk cause my jimmy snapped. thought this was gonna be sexy and we both end up half dead.
Just a little tip: Victorias Secret incorrectly sizes you. Don’t take it seriously.
y’all are so annoying about dogs tbh i see posts like “there’s probably a doggy all the way across the world wagging its tail right now I have butterflies” get a job u fuckin hippies
Who hurt you so bad that you’re this angry in life? Cheer up, pet a dog