(via tedbunny)

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Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

Jean Rostand, “Thoughts of a Biologist” (1939)

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You say I look high
After I lay back, tired and out of breath
From fucking you senseless.
But you don’t know how close to the truth you are.
Because the passion we create
Is a better high than any substance I’ve ever swallowed, snorted or smoked.
I feel more euphoric with you,
Than with pills.
More at home with you,
Than with alcohol.
And more at peace with the world,
Than with Mary Jane.
I never knew what addiction felt like
Until I tasted your lips.
I’ve never felt a high
Quite like you.

After thoughts. (via mynameispride)

Neck Deep design by me :)
(please keep credit ya)


Neck Deep design by me :)

(please keep credit ya)

(via modifiedwh0re)

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voltage running through her skin
standing there with nothing on

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…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.

Thank you so much for this, h-allo. (via c-oquetry)

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I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards. 

(via trust)

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