I can’t express to you all how much I LOVE her.
suchhhhh a hilarious bad bitch, and so DRUNK
(via xcarltontweediex)
I can’t express to you all how much I LOVE her.
suchhhhh a hilarious bad bitch, and so DRUNK
(via xcarltontweediex)
(via trulylovely)
"You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know."
Henry Rollins (via bblove) (via prettylittlemouth) (via missbawdiness) (via rayoffuckingsunshine) (via excessisease) (via attncutegirls)
I just came…a lot.
(via chubbyfashion)
| Tony: | You don't know a fucking thing about me, you sanctimonious cunt. But since we're playing the guessing game, let's make a few assumptions. A divorced, lonely, middle-aged lecturer, who lives alone, and gets his rocks off-GETS his FUCKING rocks off trying to sleep with fucking first-years. Other hobbies include intimidation and furtive masturbation. I bet you thought you'd died and gone to heaven when you got here, didn't you? Your own office, and all the students you could eat? Animus. It means spirit. Courage. Passion. Wrath. This is mine. |
| Professor: | Who the fucking hell do you think you are? |
| Tony: | I'm a bad dream, mate. I'm you, before you shriveled and died. |