it's art; LOVE IT

mariah. 16. SoCal. music and animals and more music. i love to see people smile. smiles make the world go round :P
oh and i like girls :D









"My wife didn’t want to take maternity pictures, so I hired a photographer and took her place…" [x]


the fucking door frame one…


I adore this man.


No he didn’t 😂


(via time-not-well-wasted)

Anonymous asked: Since anal sex poses disease risk, 30 times higher than vaginal exposure, and since it's main function is to hold in and pass feces it has a lot more bacteria than the vagina, why do gays behave as if anal sex is normal when in fact it's not. You're having sex with a part of a body that was not designed for that purpose.



Your hands didn’t evolve in order for you to type out idiotic, cowardly, and self indulgent anonymous asks on Tumblr. And yet here you are…





Dear White People Official Trailer 1 (2014) - Comedy HD

all I see is black people talking about this. white people. go see this movie. you need to see this movie.

(via fromla2newyork)

Flat-Out Celeste (via for-anonymous-romantics)

(via ohheyythere21)

I need you. I need you as part of my world, because for the first time, I am connected to someone in a way that has meaning. And truth. Maybe our distance has strengthened what I feel between us since we’re not grounded in habit or daily convenience. We have to fight for what we have.

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

(via breakinq)

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered