but what if the pussy licked back
bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
|—||Sylvia Plath (via indicio)|
I’m getting St. Basil’s tattoo’d on me I don’t care what anybody thinks— it’s my heritage
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE
i love you