Dear Future

I am a Finnish, Serbian broski going to college in the United States. Atlanta is my present location, but who know where I am to land up yet. I am recreating my existence.

sublimemichael:

my anaconda don’t want none unless you got 

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hun

Until recently, I thought he was referring to his pet snake, but now I know he was referring to his penis.

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buttflick:

Were you guys aware that Pornhub has ACHIEVEMENTS? BECAUSE I WASN’T.

Inspirational.

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ilovecharts:

Oodelally!

slimeusa:

confidence is key slime, U.S.A

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unclefather:

wassupstyles:

What if you’re giving a bj in the shower and he just starts shampooing and conditioning your hair 

very polite

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I had a nightmare that the opposite happened to me.

I had a nightmare that the opposite happened to me.

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tranarchistbitch:

Very suspicious of people stealing his tail

tranarchistbitch:

Very suspicious of people stealing his tail

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cactuseeds:

how i’m feeling about my future.

insta here

asylum-art:

Below The Surface Of Architectures

Agency Saatchi &Saatchi Russia has made illustrations campaign for the Schusev State Museum of Architecture in Moscow, entitled “Below The Surface”. Through the visuals, we discover the fictional undersides of different famous buildings. A production by Carioca Studio, to discover

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asylum-art:

 Doodles Hundreds of Faces He Sees in Crowd by Guilherme KramerWe See People In the Crowd”

Facebook, Flickr

Brazilian artist Guilherme Kramer has spent a year hand-painting faces onto office walls. It obviously took him a lot of time and dedication to finalize the piece, but the end result is really good!

Brazilian artist Guilherme Kramer has spent a year hand-painting faces onto office walls. It obviously took him a lot of time and dedication to finalize the piece, but the end result is really good!

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We stood together in the dark of my mind
Hands held
Eyes meeting
You told me you loved me still
And I said that you never loved me to begin with
You leaned in to kiss me
And as our lips touched
As our mouths danced just like before
My lungs tightened at the thought,
“Please, don’t let this be a dream”
But even in the dark and the fog,
My mind knew
And with the final sag of my breath
I awoke.
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sassygayclarinetist:

why are so many gay men so fucking rude all the time