rachel / 20 / canadian

sodomymcscurvylegs:

teerofinale:

frenchbras:

i could take over the world with these tights

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chokeonatoe

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bethums:

fantastcbeasts:

Lex is by far one of the greatest make up artists on YouTube, seriously, her work is just perfect in every way agh 

alc0h0l:

It’s scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all of your attention because they’re what makes you forget everything bad that’s going on in your life. They’re the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, but it’s scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away too when they go.

waywardandwanderlust:

heartsandmagic:

Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard

slender-knight:

Then I’m gonna blow up their house

saintstump:

axetemptation:

57% of women find a man’s stubble to be irresistible.

Mmm yeah there’s nothing I love more than running my hands over a FUCKING CACTUS. 

araceil:

lennydotdotdot:

I did not know that I needed to see this.

Tigershark

"Are you a girl or a boy?"

penicillium-pusher:

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kushandwizdom:

Everything Love

sixpenceee:

THE PORTRAITS

A classic creepy story

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.

As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, the hunter awoke—he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

SH