...Amy. 19. London. Reblogging everything. I own nothing unless otherwise stated. can't write fan-fic/make gifs/graphics/photoshops. Happy tumbling
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dauntless-duckling:

jessa-84:

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Ask and you shall receive. Behold - The Majestic Moose

I reblogged before and i reblogged again

I want to put hickeys on the inside of your thighs and scratch marks down your back and handprints on your arse. I want to hear you getting closer and closer to the edge and to know what you look like when you come. I want to be sweaty with you and messy with you. I want to feel you and see you and smell you and touch you and taste you. I would quite happily worship you. I want to be so close to you that it’s impossible to tell where one body ends and the next begins. 

thestarlighthotel:

Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.

She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.

‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).

wolfwithafoxtail:

People think feminism means that there’s a group of women somewhere that want to take trousers with pockets away from men and give them to women, and give men trousers with fake pockets, while in reality feminism is the general idea that everyone should have trousers with pockets, because pockets are awesome.

Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober. By (via laurenrosenicole)