phatticuss:

cumcream:

cumcream:

What did the cat say to the dog?

cats don’t talk

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gothegirl:

I’m so cute why am I not dating anyone

(Source: acutealien, via 0ncogene)

  • Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
  • Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
  • Jasmine: What color looks best on you?
  • foxglove: Name three facts about your family?
  • Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?
  • Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
  • Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
  • Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?
  • Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
  • Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?
  • Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?
  • Rose: Do you like someone?
  • Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?
  • Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?
  • Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
  • Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?
  • Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
  • Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?
  • Poppy: What color was your childhood home?
  • Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
  • Violet: Do you like where you're from?
  • Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?
  • Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?
  • Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
  • Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?
  • Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?
  • Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?
  • Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?
  • Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?
  • Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

vuls:

i like being complimented on my eyebrows and on my oral sex techniques 

(via clitfairy)

  • Tina: You saved us Gene. I owe you my life.
  • Gene: No thanks. I've seen it and I'm not impressed.

Baby monkeys and watermelon shisha - sick way to say goodbye to Saigon. Next stop, Hoi An.

vac-il-late:

Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way

Lost, lost, and never found
Hide your secrets, settle down
I am young and I am naive
Tell me something I will believe

Take me, take me far away
From this city’s soul decay
Hid away ‘til I was eighteen
Only saw colours on a TV screen

Skinny jeans and sunglasses
A fashion statement for the masses
What you’re doing makes me sick
Over hyped and generic

Shine, shine, like the sun
Spread your warmth through everyone
I asked you why people die
You said we all had a design

Slide into the sea
Landslide comin’ down on me
I said I was into you
You said you were into me

You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn’t meant to last

You said you reap just what you sow
So tell me where does your garden grow
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last

Burn, burn, like a star
Burn a hole in every heart
Strung out on a trail of blood
Who knew the stars were not enough?

Smile, smile if you can
If you can’t, I’ll understand
See these stitches in my eyes
Smash computers, kill rock stars

Purge the past and waste my mind
Leave no scent or trace behind
One day when you bury me
When I wake up, what will I see?

Down, down, underground
Dig for fire, dig for sound
What is on the radio?
'Cause I would like to say hello

Crawl, crawl through the dirt
Jesus, show me what you’re worth
Can’t you just send us a sign?
Tell us all that we’re doing fine

Nights for sitting in the dark
Days for lying in the park
Wake me up from my sick dream
A requiem for this dead scene

You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn’t meant to last

You said you reap just what you sow
Well tell me where does your garden grow
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last

Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way

Mother, can’t you help me now?
'Cause I've been drowning in the sound
Lying on the motorway
Writing songs and wasting away

(via vac-il-late)