PARIS NIGHTS TO NEW YORK MORNINGS

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Sun, 19 May 2013 02:44:51 -0500

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Sat, 18 May 2013 03:39:03 -0500

iblogbecauseimmindless: therealleaah: Xo baby cakes.

Thu, 16 May 2013 07:47:22 -0500

iblogbecauseimmindless:

therealleaah:

Xo

baby cakes.

bitches-nn-snitches: she is amazing!

Thu, 16 May 2013 07:47:17 -0500

bitches-nn-snitches:

she is amazing!

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Thu, 16 May 2013 04:31:16 -0500

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Thu, 16 May 2013 04:30:01 -0500

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Thu, 16 May 2013 04:24:28 -0500

savingstorybrooke: serendipitousramblings: This makes me...

Thu, 16 May 2013 04:20:14 -0500

savingstorybrooke:

serendipitousramblings:

This makes me inexplicably happy.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 04:17:57 -0500

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Thu, 16 May 2013 04:15:10 -0500

electripipedream: Golden Homes1974

Thu, 16 May 2013 03:48:23 -0500

electripipedream:

Golden Homes
1974

madturbating: studies show i want to kill you

Thu, 16 May 2013 03:47:55 -0500

madturbating:

studies show i want to kill you

chemicaldarkshine: hardestcopy: bijou1986: A Mom went to have...

Thu, 16 May 2013 03:45:17 -0500

chemicaldarkshine:

hardestcopy:

bijou1986:

A Mom went to have dinner with her son who lives with his roommate.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how handsome his roommate was. She had been suspicious about her sons sexuality but being a good mother she felt that he would let her know if and when the time was right but seeing the two together just made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the interaction between the two she wondered even more if there was more here than meets the eye. Her son, sensing his mothers watchfully eye volunteered, “really Mom, I can tell what you’re thinking and you can just get it out of your mind, we are just roommates and nothing more”.

About a week later the roommate remarked, “ever since your mother was here the silver serving platter has been missing, do you think she took it?”

He responded, “Well I’m sure she didn’t but I will email her and ask just to be sure” he sat down and wrote:

Hey Mom
I’m not saying you did take the silver platter from the house and I am not saying you didn’t take it but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love,
Your Son.

A couple days later he got a response from his mother:

Dear Son,
I am not saying that you do sleep with your roommate and I am not saying that you don’t sleep with him and you know I love you and could care less either way but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the platter under his pillow.
When are the two of you coming for dinner?
Love,
Mom

BEST MOM

I’m crYING

d0wntime: aceamongkings: 24bewaqoof: abustaif: thethinkerr: ...

Wed, 15 May 2013 03:56:48 -0500

d0wntime:

aceamongkings:

24bewaqoof:

abustaif:

thethinkerr:

justletitbeasecret:

COME ON AND ZOOM !

OMG. This was my showwwwwwww. Of course you don’t see stuff like this on anymore. Smh

and if you like what you see turn off your tv and do it

I remember the time they made raita lol

I’m not gonna do this because I’m allergic to latex

“I’m not gonna do this because I’m allergic to latex”

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Wed, 15 May 2013 03:56:06 -0500

hangoverpart3: May 23rd. So close you can almost taste it. Get...

Wed, 15 May 2013 03:54:06 -0500

hangoverpart3:

May 23rd. So close you can almost taste it. Get tickets for The Hangover Part III: http://bit.ly/H3Tickets

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Mon, 13 May 2013 22:18:15 -0500

vykin: Amerie - 1 Thing (by AmerieVEVO) my boo

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:17:44 -0500

vykin:

Amerie - 1 Thing (by AmerieVEVO)

my boo

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Mon, 13 May 2013 22:07:15 -0500

"Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:55:12 -0500

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Missing someone is like hearing
a name sung quietly from somewhere
behind you. Even after you know
no one is there, you keep looking back
until on a silver afternoon like this
you find yourself breathing just enough
to make a small dent in the air….

I remember holding you against the sink,
with the sun soaking the window, the soft call
of your hips, and the intricate flickers
of thought chiming your eyes. Your mouth,
like a Saturday. I remember your
long thighs, how they
opened on the sofa, and the pulse
of your cry when you came, and
sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.

”

- Tim Seibles, from “Slow Dance” (via honeycum)