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Save You Tonight.

and-mine-would-be-you:

t0morrowcomest0day:


I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

I miss you..

That last comment broke my heart..

and-mine-would-be-you:

t0morrowcomest0day:

I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

I miss you..

That last comment broke my heart..

cactew:

rovalties:



It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

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dang

oh my god??

cactew:

rovalties:


It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

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dang

oh my god??


the-science-of-destruction:

chickenslikethedickens:

MUCH NEEDED Tom Hiddleston Crying Post

Edward cries a bit too :( None of these are mine.


cumfort:

I hate nights by myself because I get lonely and sad and I overthink things and when I think about certain things I get even more sad and lonely


livelovehep:

sunalwaysshining:

meladoodle:

what if guys came coffee… i’ll have one ejaculatte please

I just spit out my coffee

You’re supposed to swallow it



5sexofsongprefs:

But like CAN WE TALK ABOUT LUKES ARM MUSCLE

5sexofsongprefs:

But like CAN WE TALK ABOUT LUKES ARM MUSCLE


guess whose back

back again

im fucking back

tell a friend…<3


Personal For Marisol  

babe I’m so sorry this took so long college has been kicking my ass ad I haven’t had anytime to write. I finally finished it and I hope you like it

I loved watching her sleep the way her chest fell and rose softly the way she cuddled up to me almost like she was afraid I wasn’t real.

I smile scooting closer to her, my face Inches from hers. I softly kiss her nose making her scrunch it opening her eyes slowly.

“Good morning Marisol” I whisper as she smiles.

"Good morning is there a reason you woke me up" honestly there wasn’t, I just wants to hear her voice.

"Maybe" I smiled as she scooted closer her body pressing against mine.

I could feel myself getting harder through my sweats and marisol could tell too, she giggles and turns me over jumping on me and straddling my waste.

"What are you doing you cheeky girl" I say my voice still low and scratchy from just waking up. She comes down an kisses me hard on the lips which were warm and inviting.

"What do you think I’m doing Horan!" She says nibbling at my neck making me growl lightly under my breath.

“Shit babe” I groan flipping is over so I was on top.

"So this is how you wanna play" I says pushing my erection into her making her bite her lip.

"I’m very good at games Marisol"

"Mmm" was all she could muster as I move my lips down he neck to her collar bones biting ever so gently at to he skin above her v-neck.

"I love morning sex less clothes to take off" I says pulling her shirt over her head throwing it on the floor her nipples hard and inviting.

I take her right breast in my hand and lip lips suck lightly on the nipple of the other making her buck her hips into me.

"This is a two player game horan" she says finding the rim of my boxers and pulls them off my erection prominent.

She licks her lips taking her hand an slowly stroking my shaft making my lips detach from her nipple letting it a Groan.

She stops as I kiss down her stomach to her panties, slow lying taking them off.

"Look how wet I’ve made you Marisol, but it’s not enough" she whines at my words and I smiles my lips kissing the inside of her thigh.

I spread her legs open with force making her breath catch. I kiss lightly Down her thigh, until I find my way to her heat.

"Niall please" she whines bucking her hips into my face. I Obey, letting my tongue dance wildly.

"Niall fuck" she moans her body already shaking. I then stop, I wanted to feel her orgasm.

I line myself up to her, staring into her eyes as I push in making her face fill with pleasure.

I kiss her as I slowly start goings. “Your So perfect Marisol” I whisper into her ear as a start to go faster.

I intertwine my fingers with hers lifting our hands above as I pound Into her.

"Shit Niall Don’t stop" she moans

"I’m close" I say feeling the twitch.

"Me too" she screams as her body convulses with pleasure as her orgasm hits.

The pulsing of her around my dick makes me hit my orgasm hard, her name coming off my lips as a groan.

I ride out or orgasms then pull out laying beside her and pulling her close.

"We need to take showers now Niall" she giggles and I kiss her forehead.

"That just means round two" I say pulling her up and running us to the bathroom.


Im not stealing this btw WreckItNuke is my new twitter user lol&lt;3 but here is punk Niall

Im not stealing this btw WreckItNuke is my new twitter user lol<3 but here is punk Niall


perffhorann:

his laugh is my biggest weakness ˘◡˘

(>*.*)> Gimme


no….go away


another-anchor:

desmond-the-creppy-bear:


The Unbelievable Photos Taken by the Crazy Russians Who Illegally Climbed Egypt’s Great Pyramid

people, you may never see an image like this again… so yeah, reblog it

Because you said that, I’m gon save this picture.

another-anchor:

desmond-the-creppy-bear:

The Unbelievable Photos Taken by the Crazy Russians Who Illegally Climbed Egypt’s Great Pyramid

people, you may never see an image like this again… so yeah, reblog it

Because you said that, I’m gon save this picture.


" She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear and I know now that im so down"
From that stupid song by that stupid adorably hot band called 5 Seconds of summer with the stupid adorable faces and there stupid adorable sex voices…