me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
In case anyone wanted to know what a lightening strike can do to the body- given that they survive.
I’ve reblogged this before but I didn’t know it was from a lightning strike. That’s insane.
I wanna fuck this man tho
this is actually a body painting and there was a correction in notes and name of the person who painted it, because the artist deserves credit for their work… i wish tumblr people stopped making shitty stories for notes
which boob is the clitoris
when I was six I threw a tantrum because I wanted a slushie from 711 and I remember my dad said “I will never buy you a slushie” AND LITERALLY RIGHT NOW HE CAME IN THE CAR WITH A SLUSHIE AND I WAS LIKE WHY DIDNT YOU GET ME ONE AND HE LOOKED ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND SAID “REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE SIX”
"Money can’t make you happy"
WELL IT SURE AS HELL AINT GONNA MAKE ME SAD