yungterra:

unclefather:

yungterra:

Now hang on a fucking second

ready to skeleton roleplay? I slowly take off my skin to reveal my creaky bones. my large pelvic bone is sexy to you. my teeth chatter. you hand me my top hat and I begin tap dancing. where is my cane

i remove two of my ribs and begin to furiously play your ribcage like a xylophone. “You like that?” I ask as I play my haunting melody

yungterra:

unclefather:

yungterra:

Now hang on a fucking second

ready to skeleton roleplay? I slowly take off my skin to reveal my creaky bones. my large pelvic bone is sexy to you. my teeth chatter. you hand me my top hat and I begin tap dancing. where is my cane

i remove two of my ribs and begin to furiously play your ribcage like a xylophone. “You like that?” I ask as I play my haunting melody

(via predictable-much)

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.

—John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany (via simply-quotes)

(via predictable-much)

moosecannoncop:

trying to sing both parts in a disney song like

A WHOLE NEW WORLdon’t you dare close your eyes

A HUNDRED THOUShold your breath it gets better

I’M LIKE A SHOOTING STAR, I’VE COME SO FAR, I CAN’T GO BACK TO WHEREa whole new wooorrlllEVERY TURN A SURPRIwith new horizonEVERY MOMENT GETS BETTER

(via precarious-indulgence)

unpopuler:

food will never break my heart

(via funniest-facts)

I have so many things going on right now but the first thing I think about in the morning is you.

—Unknown   (via thinklikeapinup)

(Source: fuckinq.com, via eletheowl)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY