My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.
Diane Les Becquets  (via keefrich)

Juliet Jardin, “Surf” 2014, oil on canvas

Juliet Jardin, “Surf” 2014, oil on canvas

i honestly can’t wait for my wedding night its gonna be so wild…jk i’m probably gonna laugh at my husband’s peen for 10 minutes and then sleep


Renée Sintenis, 1932

Renée Sintenis, 1932

breadonly:

andrejpejicjimmyvegafanfic:

veryraresecrete:

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(⁘̫(̮ ⁘̫ )̮ ⁘̫) 
    ༽•́ડ̮•̀༼
    ༼̫̫(| |)༽̫̫ 
    ༼̫̫༼ ͟ ͟ ༽༽̫̫ ͟

………………………… broccoli man
again! encore!

╭̫◜⁘̫ ͡ ̮◝╮̫ 
(⁘̫(̮ ⁘̫ )̮ ⁘̫) 
   ༽•́ડ̮•̀༼
   ༼̫̫(| |)༽̫̫ 
 ༼̫̫༼ ͟ ͟ ༽༽̫̫ ͟

………………………… broccoli man
fucks-in-lust:

IM SO HAPPPY

fucks-in-lust:

IM SO HAPPPY


JC + The Voidz for GQ Magazine (x)

JC + The Voidz for GQ Magazine (x)

the interviewer was such an ass he did not know his boundaries when it came to personal affairs. imo the voidz should have sung for he’s a jolly good fellow to me instead. just my onion

I can’t stop thinking about julian saying “the night is still young” and winking at the interviewer i can’t. I cant fucking. i mso fucked

i can’t believe julian sang for he’s a jolly good fellow im burning at the mental image i want to die