tastefullyoffensive:

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whores:

if we’re dating you’re allowed to touch my butt whenever you want

(via seasonofsnow)

in the city out here, i’m drowning in my weird
from trying to stay real
head floating, body going under
head sailing, but i’m going under

the women sell plums, the men sell chocolates
buy one or the other or both
but watch your buying, some are rotten already
money is precious and rot spreads too easy

up at the crossroads, i’m selling my face
but no one’s buying—who needs a face
i pocket my face, put on a black
too late for faces, i put on a blank

last night dark as asphalt, my headlight blew out
now i finally know where i’m going
looking for kinky, he’s changed his address
still the same place, but he’s changed his address

living out my afraid, i’m dying in my alive
i must learn to sing out of key
feels strange at first, but i’ll soon be alright
soon’s i learn this song, i’ll be alright

Hippolyte, Kendel. “Kinky Blues.” Night Vision. Evanston, Ill. : Triquarterly Books, 2005. 8. Print. (via the-unfeminine-female)

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moriarty:

Sherlock imitates the guards // x

(via extrinsic-demagoguery)

Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.

lokidindeed:

i-deduce-youre-a-bitch:

YOU NIQQAS WANNA LEARN ELVISH?! HERE YA GO!

this makes me think about the post about the two girls who didn’t want to get caught sendes notes in class so they learned elvish

Oh, shit….

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