sext: it is a humid night in july. we undress each other in the back of your car and form one mound of sweaty flesh. sext: fireflies fall on your skin. i kiss the trail they leave to find your light. sext: we share a bath and come out dripping each other. sext: the atomic bomb is not as loud as my heartbeat when you lie next to me. sext: come over, i want to taste moonlight when it’s licked off your skin. sext: we undo each other and come back together in one hot flash of light. sext: you burn over everyone else’s touch. sext: they dust me for fingertips and find nothing but your claw marks. sext: the sound of your teeth digging into my bare skin and my moans are the most beautiful duet. sext: you are 48% water. i would be happy to drown in you. sext: you are the poem i will spend my whole life trying to write.
"sext: you" - Lora Mathis (via miiasma-sky)



welcome to the happiest place on earth

oh my god slaaaaay




I miss those days when I’d stay up till like 2 am with my friends, watching music videos, playing video games and talking about how we almost kissed some girl. I wasn’t worried about a thing. Not college, not money, just my happiness. Growing up kinda blows.

I agree honey, growing up is some shit. I should have listened to Peter Pan….



making my computer read my anons




this gets funnier every time i watch it

This is me.