aliceriniralte:

The sun kiss them

As they dance like the Pleaides

Blurry, yet crystal

Much to your annoyance,

The jewels of the Queen’s crown.

The moon love them

Brown they are, magnificent

They spread on your cheeks

Turning heads north to south,

I would rather be it there than not

sydsliftingface:

lostonyoubabee:

perhones:

thekinksofyourlife:

Stretch marks are a GPS map to good pussy

tyjrose:

She looks like an angel but deep down she’s disgusting

sunriserollercoaster:

severance, ling ma

twiztidvixin:

ooakigor:

I hate being fragile and heart broken not because of relationships, but because of all this over-thinking, loneliness, and doubt.