Sheredar River, Russia by Roman Heger
More like the suck cock phallusy. Am I right gamers
Am I right
Gamers am I right
hey um i’ve got some bad news. we mulled your boyfriend. he fell in the wine and we mulled him. yeah with the cinnamon sticks.
I don’t want to learn how to control it. I want it gone.
Miramonti Boutique Hotel in Tyrol, Italy Photo by @anatolmenke @chirinesabaiti
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How many people get to know when they’re gonna die? Most people probably go without saying any of the things they wanna say. So we should. We all say the things we wanna say to each other.
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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
mattheuphonium
fabulous
tockthewatchdog
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, masterpieces, mattresses become canvases where we can paint our love to someone with bodies.
its like, impossible to come up with anything funnier than the experience of seeing this post
targuzzler
pharoahs fuck better because they ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh put the pussy in a scarmophogoghs
The current heatwave creating a very red sunrise.
“What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying some shared and sexless hunger. They had stood that way for a long time in front of the fire, its burning tossing ruddy chunks of light, the shadow of their bodies a single column against the rock. The minutes ticked by from the round watch in Ennis’s pocket, from the sticks in the fire settling into coals. Stars bit through the wavy heat layers above the fire. Ennis’s breath came slow and quiet, he hummed, rocked a little in the sparklight and Jack leaned against the steady heartbeat, the vibrations of the humming like faint electricity and, standing, he fell into sleep that was not sleep but something else drowsy and tranced…” – Annie Proulx
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN (2005) dir. Ang Lee