full-frontal nerdity.
December 2009
I can watch him take his shirt off and stretch forever.
This is porn.
omg…..
…brain…can’t…function…can’t…breathe…
November 2009
reblog if you've never been kissed under mistletoe.
readme-readmenot:puddingcupsx:alphanumericpls:
am i the only one? :3 x]
I don’t think I’ve ever seen mistletoe in real life.
I didn’t know people did that in real life :| it seems so lame. “Hey honey, let’s kiss because there’s a plant hanging over our heads” oh ok.
“Dear Doctor: I am feeling very sick. I have a heart in my stomach which throbs and mocks. Suddenly the simple rituals of the day balk like a stubborn horse. It gets impossible to look people in the eye: corruption may break out again? Who knows. Small talk becomes desperate.
Hostility grows, too. That dangerous, deadly venom which comes from a sick heart. Sick mind, too. The image of identity we must daily fight to impress on the neutral, or hostile, world collapses inward: we feel crushed.” —Sylvia Plath, journal, February 20, 1956 drunkenbutterfly (via shitgaze) (via youarebonbon) (via unicornology) (via impeccableblahs)
Hostility grows, too. That dangerous, deadly venom which comes from a sick heart. Sick mind, too. The image of identity we must daily fight to impress on the neutral, or hostile, world collapses inward: we feel crushed.” —Sylvia Plath, journal, February 20, 1956 drunkenbutterfly (via shitgaze) (via youarebonbon) (via unicornology) (via impeccableblahs)
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