If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
are you satan
I often find myself feeble in the knees when a man can persuade my course of mind, and slip into the foretelling intimacy through minuscule gestures.
I always yearn to be distracted, and seeing this handsome face teasing me until my thighs quiver in desire is enough to divert my attention from Skyrim and visually trace his every move until I get lost in the almost surreal sensations.
For this is a powerful gesture yet the human tongue promotes such a soft invitation.
It’s the fantasy of distraction that pulls my interest away and I always seem to fall weak to the dominant source.
(You’re lovely as always)
how do i ask a boy out
roses are red
violets are blue
guess what, my bed
has room for two
OH MY GOD NO
twinkle twinkle little star
we can do it in a car
row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i can make you scream
I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory
Will Smith recognized the cameraman!
will smith is a national treasure
How she sits now! #bmx #seattlebmx #hindsight2020co
Some body tricks you can use.
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I tried sticking my thumb into my mouth and blowing, and then i realized it meant to just blow.. like a candle…
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Having to explain a joke is like going to prom with your sister