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elsasexual:

when your computer insists that it has urgent updates

image

(via the-absolute-best-posts)

wildborscht:

panicattheschool:

meme4u:

This is what a degree in engineering gets you

That is so worth a degree in engineering

U of t engineers

wildborscht:

panicattheschool:

meme4u:

This is what a degree in engineering gets you

That is so worth a degree in engineering

U of t engineers

(via rideillest)

the-goddamazon:

ghdos:

fanboy-phil:

ladyholmesoftardis:

chronic-ash420:

Remember to have a Super Breakfast!

LOKI CHARMS

can we talk about the fact that if you eat Cap’s cereal you can tell everone you just ate HYDRA for breakfast

But now I actually want these and I can’t have them. Thanks for nothing.

Loki Charms just to get the Glowstick of Destiny in the box.

(via consulting-wholockian)

d0ughnutzz:

Obsessed with my laptop

d0ughnutzz:

Obsessed with my laptop

(via kapebm)

hell-c4t:

I like drawing eyes ✏️

hell-c4t:

I like drawing eyes ✏️

(via florius)

videogames garphics battle | vs. captainpearce

round two ► one character (lara croft, tomb raider)

A famous explorer once said, that the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are. I’d finally set out to make my mark; to find adventure. But instead adventure found me. In our darkest moments, when life flashes before us, we find something; Something that keeps us going. Something that pushes us.”

(via vaniccio)

This is the kind of love poem that gets dirty —
I want to say I’d take you out to dinner, runs my toes over your ankle under the five-star tablecloth, but I’d actually just drive you to the highest cliff I could and shove my fingers in your mouth. I’d love you so hard you bruised from it, moaned into me that you wanted more. We’d find the kind of motel that people don’t use for anything else, fuck five times on a mattress that has seen thousands of lovers like us, bleeding over its sheets. You’d pretend not to know my name and, God, look at this — I am volatile for you, all fingernails and bent knees. Nothing about it would be tender, I’d be a gut wound and you wouldn’t even mind.
This isn’t the kind of love poem that promises anything permanent, this is the kind of love poem that says that I want to tear you apart just for the hell of it, want you naked, want you trembling. This is the kind of poem you don’t tell your parents about, go home the next morning with my name bruised onto your thigh, don’t speak of how we set the world on fire and clung together as it burned.
This is a dirty poem about the ways I would love you deep, like a disease. This is a dirty poem about how we leave ourselves in ruins. This is a dirty poem about the ashes of the war.
– This is a Dirty Poem | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
inspirationwordslove:

#quotes more on pure inspiration positive words

inspirationwordslove:

#quotes more on pure inspiration positive words

(via my--recovery--logbook)

elsasexual:

when your computer insists that it has urgent updates

image

(via the-absolute-best-posts)

wildborscht:

panicattheschool:

meme4u:

This is what a degree in engineering gets you

That is so worth a degree in engineering

U of t engineers

wildborscht:

panicattheschool:

meme4u:

This is what a degree in engineering gets you

That is so worth a degree in engineering

U of t engineers

(via rideillest)

the-goddamazon:

ghdos:

fanboy-phil:

ladyholmesoftardis:

chronic-ash420:

Remember to have a Super Breakfast!

LOKI CHARMS

can we talk about the fact that if you eat Cap’s cereal you can tell everone you just ate HYDRA for breakfast

But now I actually want these and I can’t have them. Thanks for nothing.

Loki Charms just to get the Glowstick of Destiny in the box.

(via consulting-wholockian)

d0ughnutzz:

Obsessed with my laptop

d0ughnutzz:

Obsessed with my laptop

(via kapebm)

hell-c4t:

I like drawing eyes ✏️

hell-c4t:

I like drawing eyes ✏️

(via florius)

videogames garphics battle | vs. captainpearce

round two ► one character (lara croft, tomb raider)

A famous explorer once said, that the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are. I’d finally set out to make my mark; to find adventure. But instead adventure found me. In our darkest moments, when life flashes before us, we find something; Something that keeps us going. Something that pushes us.”

(via vaniccio)

This is the kind of love poem that gets dirty —
I want to say I’d take you out to dinner, runs my toes over your ankle under the five-star tablecloth, but I’d actually just drive you to the highest cliff I could and shove my fingers in your mouth. I’d love you so hard you bruised from it, moaned into me that you wanted more. We’d find the kind of motel that people don’t use for anything else, fuck five times on a mattress that has seen thousands of lovers like us, bleeding over its sheets. You’d pretend not to know my name and, God, look at this — I am volatile for you, all fingernails and bent knees. Nothing about it would be tender, I’d be a gut wound and you wouldn’t even mind.
This isn’t the kind of love poem that promises anything permanent, this is the kind of love poem that says that I want to tear you apart just for the hell of it, want you naked, want you trembling. This is the kind of poem you don’t tell your parents about, go home the next morning with my name bruised onto your thigh, don’t speak of how we set the world on fire and clung together as it burned.
This is a dirty poem about the ways I would love you deep, like a disease. This is a dirty poem about how we leave ourselves in ruins. This is a dirty poem about the ashes of the war.
– This is a Dirty Poem | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
inspirationwordslove:

#quotes more on pure inspiration positive words

inspirationwordslove:

#quotes more on pure inspiration positive words

(via my--recovery--logbook)

"This is the kind of love poem that gets dirty —
I want to say I’d take you out to dinner, runs my toes over your ankle under the five-star tablecloth, but I’d actually just drive you to the highest cliff I could and shove my fingers in your mouth. I’d love you so hard you bruised from it, moaned into me that you wanted more. We’d find the kind of motel that people don’t use for anything else, fuck five times on a mattress that has seen thousands of lovers like us, bleeding over its sheets. You’d pretend not to know my name and, God, look at this — I am volatile for you, all fingernails and bent knees. Nothing about it would be tender, I’d be a gut wound and you wouldn’t even mind.
This isn’t the kind of love poem that promises anything permanent, this is the kind of love poem that says that I want to tear you apart just for the hell of it, want you naked, want you trembling. This is the kind of poem you don’t tell your parents about, go home the next morning with my name bruised onto your thigh, don’t speak of how we set the world on fire and clung together as it burned.
This is a dirty poem about the ways I would love you deep, like a disease. This is a dirty poem about how we leave ourselves in ruins. This is a dirty poem about the ashes of the war."

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