handsome-squidward:

gameandwatch:

natsugay:

For all of you that believe that vulgarity in music is only from contemporary times then just remember that mozart wrote a song called lick my ass

Proof for those of us that are unaware

I’m crying listen to it

(Source: ryoutashota)

tastemygayrainbow:

You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on Instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.

(Source: vernist)

(Source: malformalady)

johannapecanna:

AWANTE
norest4thaweary:

fuckyeah1990s:

The 90s were a time to make friends…

yall mu’fuckas dese days beef too much for no damn reason

norest4thaweary:

fuckyeah1990s:

The 90s were a time to make friends…

yall mu’fuckas dese days beef too much for no damn reason

jwisser:

thepasta-nerada:

vvrathia:

the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot

and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like

This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.

(Source: twoukofukawa)

metallikato:

generallegendary:

metallikato:

jewelstaites:

how to give a good handjob

  • bop it
  • pull it
  • twist it
  • harder
  • better
  • faster
  • stronger 

You pull your left hand in
You pull your left hand out
You pull your left hand in
And you shake it all about!

Cha cha real smooth

(Source: centreofdelight)

(Source: oedipal)

“The scene in which all characters sit in a circle on the floor in the library and tell stories about why they were in detention was not scripted. John Hughes told them all to ad-lib.”

The Breakfast Club (1985)

(Source: riangosling)