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Reblog - 84 notesvacilandoelmundo:

Cape Town, South Africa

paprika:

maybe i should send you a bill for all my time you wasted 

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Reblog - 1,914 notesdahlia—noir:

He was more man than most men. He was strong and sensual and certain of himself, an uninhibited hedonist, every inch of him. He adored sex, savored it, everything about it. He was controlling, yet in a way that fed a woman’s fantasies. I knew he would be, a whole lot dominant in bed and a little bit dirty.
There was now no doubt in my mind that he could do as he’d said: leave me so limp, so dazedly and thoroughly sated that I’d not even be able to summon up the strength to feed myself, to lift my head from the pillow, or the floor, or wherever else he chose to leave me when he was done with me.
'You and I,' she said. 'We’re one. No matter how far you go, it’ll always be this way.'
by Who Fears Death (Nnedi Okorafor)

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deadlyspoons:

I either dress like im going to a red carpet event or like im a homeless drug addict there is no in between

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ffuck-youuu:

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XIXI
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Life’s simple. You make choices and you don’t look back.
by Han, Tokyo Drift (via
noopface)

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Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany
Whatever — the soup is getting cold.
by Last sentence of a mathematical theorem in Leonardo da Vinci’s notebook, 1518 (
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