LethbridgeLover
bunnyfood:

"You’re gonna do great today."

bunnyfood:

"You’re gonna do great today."

If you want to be best friend, Brittany, lick the bug. But I-Lick it or I’m giving the other half of this necklace to Sara!

If you want to be best friend, Brittany, lick the bug.

But I-

Lick it or I’m giving the other half of this necklace to Sara!

iwhaleyou:

idontcareaboutyourblog:

One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.

this is important

iwhaleyou:

idontcareaboutyourblog:

One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.

this is important

robhand:

Everyday necessities for the everyday man.

😍😍😍Brut😍😍😍

robhand:

Everyday necessities for the everyday man.

😍😍😍Brut😍😍😍

ilkhandraconis:

Saw this at a five guys.

ilkhandraconis:

Saw this at a five guys.

lethbridgelover:

True love is a man who puts lotion on your elbows and checks your tire pressure. He also takes the trash out and gets me things when I’m too lazy to move. Oh and he does my laundry. And dishes. 

AND tells me he loves me. 

Basically my boyfriend has Stockholm Syndrome. 

xoxo

lethbridgelover:

True love is a man who puts lotion on your elbows and checks your tire pressure. He also takes the trash out and gets me things when I’m too lazy to move. Oh and he does my laundry. And dishes.

AND tells me he loves me.

Basically my boyfriend has Stockholm Syndrome.

xoxo

lethbridgelover:

It starts in my stomach then slowly creeps up. It fills my lungs and grips my heart. I feel it spiral up my throat and lock my jaw. Cause my tongue to swell. My lips are stuck in a permanent smirk unsure of whether or not to smile. My eyes cast down, unable to focus on anything. 
Is this love or is this fear? Am I bubbling over the brink of happiness or am I tumbling down the rabbit hole of sadness? Do I feel myself becoming lost, or is this the feeling of finally being found? 
Your hands are quick to find me. On my neck my back my side my thigh. Lacing into mine.  Your lips find my forehead then my ear. You’re quiet and soft and safety radiates around me. 
When you hug me, its almost as if our souls are having tea. They laugh and dance and share. Their conversation coats our bones in shiny happy love. 
And finally, at last, when your lips meet mine, I am home. <3

lethbridgelover:

It starts in my stomach then slowly creeps up. It fills my lungs and grips my heart. I feel it spiral up my throat and lock my jaw. Cause my tongue to swell. My lips are stuck in a permanent smirk unsure of whether or not to smile. My eyes cast down, unable to focus on anything.

Is this love or is this fear? Am I bubbling over the brink of happiness or am I tumbling down the rabbit hole of sadness? Do I feel myself becoming lost, or is this the feeling of finally being found?

Your hands are quick to find me. On my neck my back my side my thigh. Lacing into mine.Β  Your lips find my forehead then my ear. You’re quiet and soft and safety radiates around me.

When you hug me, its almost as if our souls are having tea. They laugh and dance and share. Their conversation coats our bones in shiny happy love.

And finally, at last, when your lips meet mine, I am home. <3

sneuflakes:

Swear I think I’m smoking out of a sex toy

#goals
ruinedchildhood:

this is why I have trust issues

ruinedchildhood:

this is why I have trust issues