Seventeenie Straya Sydney
#alliteration bitches

 

There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.

All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

(Source: typewriterdaily)

pussymold:

Can I just tell you all about this one day I went to school and a girl who sat in front of me told me to look in her sleeve

pussymold:

Can I just tell you all about this one day I went to school and a girl who sat in front of me told me to look in her sleeve

thewarblerette:

mrthorinton:

clarabosswald:

so i saw this photo of a harpy eagleimageand i thought “woah what a noble beast” so i searched for more photos and i justimageimage

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this goes with almost all predator birds 

like look at this bearded vulture

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such a majestic creature

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but then it’s like

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or this scretary bird like woah so beautiful

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nope

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even good old bald eagle

like wow so regal

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what

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it just looks confused image

LIFE LESSON: DON’T LOOK AT MAJESTIC BIRDS STRAIGHT ON.