Does a man ever truly understand what he can do to his woman? That his mere touch can trigger a wetness that she cannot contain? A whisper of his husky voice in her ear causing her to melt into his body. 

The moment when he enters her, he is merely not just having sex but becoming a part of her. Molding their bodies together as they lose their single souls and merge into one. His cock dancing inside of her as she tries to explain the love she has for him at that very moment in time. 

The warmth of his seed when he fills her..satisfying that craving that she never knew she had. His flesh heated as the musk of his sex permeates the air and arouses her even more. Her core pulsating as he has given her pleasure as well as the need to want him more. To continue to ride him as he holds her and tries to give her that which she desires. His entire being is what she would take inside of her if she could as well as give him herself in return. 

Her heart is his as well as her body and soul. She longs for him to know what exactly it is that he does to her…to explain that feeling..that touch of him when they make love. The closest thing one can even say it is…heaven on earth. And you my Gabriel are mine…my little piece of heaven.

Favourite Performances: Guy Pearce in The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert

mykaylaisnotonfire:

“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”

-Stephen King

I just can’t not reblog this

candycoatedperfection:

anexperimentallife:

“A few minutes ago Anderson Cooper asked [Charles Ramsey] if he would like a reward. Charles pulled his paycheck out of his pocket and said, ‘I get a Paycheck. Give the reward to the girls they rescued.’”

THAT’S what we should be talking about, not “how funny those quaint little black people are when they get on camera.”

This guy helps rescue three women, and people are making fun of him? Yeah, he used humor when he told the tale, and sure, it’s appropriate to chuckle when he does so. (Like when he said he “knew there was a problem when a young white girl ran into a black mans arms.”)

But to make fun of him? TO MAKE FUN OF HIM? TO DISRESPECT THIS MAN? THIS HERO?

Fucking shame on you. Dishonor on you, dishonor on your family, dishonor on your cow.

If you’re the kind of scumbag who makes fun of heroes, I suppose you can poke fun at him all you want, but if I’m ever in trouble and need someone to step up the the plate, I hope someone like Charles Ramsey is around.

YES!
THIS!
SO MUCH THIS!!!

selynde:

The Moth Diaries - Ernessa (di MsMonsterSounds)

Well, just Lily Cole being creepy. 

My mother, she butchered me
My father, he ate me
My sister little Ann-Marie,
She gathered up the bones of me
Tied them in a silken cloth
Laid under the juniper
Tweet, tweet.. what a pretty bird am I.

how I RP

how everyone else RP’s

yahooentertainment:

A lot of hot guys on TV are named Scott. Does this mean something? Who cares? This is our tribute to TV’s Hot Scotts.

“Got bit, Fever hit, World gone to shit, Might as well quit”

“There is no hope for any of us.”