so driving back from the city yesterday, i get a random text from what appears to be a middle school boy that texted the wrong number.

willinoise:

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^lil playa~~

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so does this make me a fucked up individual or

(via flaunter)

jamehcook:

grapes with seeds can go to hell

(via the-krusty-crew)

I want you.
Right now.
Your lips on mine.
Your hands around my waist.
My lips on your neck.
My hands running through your hair.
Heavy breaths.
Deep stares.
I want you.
Right now.
In my bed.
Right next to me.
Holding me tight.
Talking about anything.
Gentle kisses in between thoughts.
Our tired eyes holding contact.
Slowly falling asleep.

(Source: gaylauren, via georgeisamazing)

snarg:

truth or dare more like preform a strange sexual act or tell me who you like

(via liightup)

taxicar:

if u snapchat me expecting me to look cute i have bad news for u 

(Source: taxicar, via yyoung-wild-free)

sharingneedles:

i love birthdays they’re so motivational like if i can manage to keep myself alive for another year ill get money and cake

(via oknope)

theblacksouls:

supreminem:


gay, engaged, cyber-bullied, gay, ho, girls still obsess over him, incest, sexter, pregnant, who?

“who?”

chiCSDHCibkjbkjbhjvhkvk “who”
shesthedevil-indisguise:

unlucid:

nocive:

meanwhile in Afghanistan

never gets old

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