metaknighty:

surprise your friends at rock paper scissors by throwing a punch instead

iamwizz:

The year is 2060. iPhone 842 is released. The screen touches you

malicious-melons:

“Every kiss begins with k” I whisper as I read the one letter reply from my crush

luxvriously:

My anaconda will consider it

I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
― C.R.   (via thatkindofwoman)