All these men.
They wanna worship at my alter. And I can never turn down a good sacrifice.
"I need a blowjob."
“The kind where you get on your knees and don’t talk for half an hour.” Hahaha. Bitch, pleaaaase. Give ‘em an inch and they take a mile.
One month. A ghost of a memory, fleeting, escaping… yet, yearning and eternal. You shouldn’t forget the things that make you who you are but now I long to forget, waiting patiently for when I can forget the way you look when you’re sleeping.
Late night skinhead reggae.
This skinbyrd is the bees knees. <3
There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not...– Yasmin Mogahed. (via sicksick-six)