White people asking questions about my turban. (Pt.1)
She wears short skirts I wear t-shirts and we’re both getting sent home from school because its distracting to boys apparently
White People: The Middle East is so barbaric. They’ll cut off a person’s hand just for stealing!
White People when an unarmed black kid is murdered by police in America: Yeah, but he shoplifted some cigarillos, so…
I am crying I love this too much
(Source: brokenimagephotos, via soundtracks-for-the-blind)
I’m spending way to much time with this thing.
Milo Aukerman and the Descendents, Glen E. Friedman with his camera visible in audience. 1982.
Forgot I had this split until about 15 minutes ago, it’s been a while since this had been spun.
In my Human Sexuality class we’re using Laci Green’s youtube videos.
I think that’s pretty damn awesome, because her sex ed stuff is pretty fucking fantastic and I’ve enjoyed all of them that I’ve seen in the past few years.
I’m afraid I fell in love with you without ever expecting it to be possible. I’m afraid I was very lucky, stumbling upon this romance. I did not sign up for this, there was no waiting period, special financing or trial period. It just happened, on a whim; “Oh what the hell, let’s just fall in love!” Declared my heart, after being silent for so long.
The damn fool shook our world, took us for quite the spin and set me upside down and upon my head.
It’s okay, my mind isn’t much good anymore around you. You were not expecting this, this was not your plan. And I accept full responsibility for all fondling… I mean, fumbling of words and affections. A slip of the tongue… Tongue… Hm….. I fear lust is quite a powerful thing, and I hope you understand it is only fueled by what it reflects, the insanely passionate fire which burns inside me for your intellect and soul, which is packaged in a goddess of a body, I shake when I imagine touching my bare skin against yours. The chill and goosebumps from spread across my back via my spine. Your gaze is to blame. Your soft hum and lips are equally guilty parties. I have found a home, and it is in your eyes, though I tend to vacation often in the south, between your wonderful, tasteful thighs.
There’s a storm abrewin’ let’s make love in between the thunder.