It’s always the right time for a little Samantha Jones appreciation
Reanna and me
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
man what in the fuck i wish she stomped her heel in his face
SHould have decapitated him…
Yo I am so disgusted. We live in a world where a woman as powerful and influential as Beyonce can’t even have her body respected by white men.
She should have had him executed for such a transgression against her person.
Oh he would have been roundhouse kicked in his mayo mouth…..
The sheer audacity.
only 90s kids can reblog this
but you’re a
I’m willing to
because I have a feeling
when your family asks if you have a boyfriend
I’m starting to think that when you leave,
You take all of the breathable air with you.
You steal away all of the oxygen I could possibly breathe,
Bringing it with you along highways and snow covered mountains.
You leave me here to inhale carbon dioxide and nitrogen,
And my lungs scream and gasp,
Desperately trying to tell me that something is terribly wrong.
I try to reason with them,
I try to tell them that you’ll be back soon.
Just one more week, just a few more days.
But they are suffocating,
Taking in this stuff that usually keeps them alive,
But the one component to sustain them is gone.
You are gone.