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20

Sep

sclez:

cykeem white 

He’s got to be some kind of ancient God of beauty because this is ridiculous.

(Source: modelingschool)

relatively-strange:

Being introduced to distant family members I’ve never met.

relatively-strange:

Being introduced to distant family members I’ve never met.

(Source: subtubitles)

REALEST zodiac sign stuff

Aries:
self-centred competitive cunts but still sweet
Taurus:
nice as heck but dont show much emotions and eat a way too much
Gemini:
smooth lunatic manipulative assholes but geniuses
Cancer:
dependant, emotionally unstable lullabies and probably the nicest persons you know
Leo:
most generous and selfish at the same time attention whores
Virgo:
steady fuckers that probably have an OCD
Libra:
double-faced childish bitches but they know how to look good tho
Scorpio:
paranoid psychos that think about dry humping all day long
Sagittarius:
funny but rude, one night stands big winner
Capricorn:
cold-hearted motherfuckers without any social skills
Aquarius:
weird hipsters that always try to sound deep and different but VERY open-minded
Pisces:
sensible compulsive liars, daydreamers and super gentle but hypocrites
dreadheadtoni:

We all hope so; Don´t we? x

dreadheadtoni:

We all hope so; Don´t we? x

19

Sep

(Source: dejame-sin-aliento)

(Source: broadwaywednesday)

(Source: thepumpkinqueenn)

satanss-mistress:

fawnbaby:

altruisticmisanthrope:

broccoli floret crowns are better than flower crowns

broccoli is a flower though

fakinq-glory I need a broccoli crown NOW
And suddenly, we were strangers again.
Six Word Story (via diamondry)

(Source: diamondry)

18

Sep

iamiwalrus:

nymphdomi:

andy065:

Fuck your house.

OMG I’m dying

game of thrones

(Source: poyzn)

dentellesetfroufrous:

Glamorous by Passionata
charmcore:

This summer has been most strange, most unsettling, even for a witch used to feeling the quickening of a thousand-thousand winds in her bones.  Whither the brutal, baking heart of August?  Whither the cicada-choked nights?  The season turns again and again away from me.  I can see only its shoulder, then its retreating back.
I feel no worry.  Well, no great worry.  Honestly if I find out this was autumn fairy mischief I am going to be QUITE displeased.  I take my Eye off of them for one breath of a moment and they’re gilding leaves and injecting all and sundry with a dark, fathomless thirst for “”“pumpkin spice.”“”“

charmcore:

This summer has been most strange, most unsettling, even for a witch used to feeling the quickening of a thousand-thousand winds in her bones.  Whither the brutal, baking heart of August?  Whither the cicada-choked nights?  The season turns again and again away from me.  I can see only its shoulder, then its retreating back.

I feel no worry.  Well, no great worry.  Honestly if I find out this was autumn fairy mischief I am going to be QUITE displeased.  I take my Eye off of them for one breath of a moment and they’re gilding leaves and injecting all and sundry with a dark, fathomless thirst for “”“pumpkin spice.”“”“