I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
A quilted chambray shirt by Jack & Jones is a perfect layer for this tough weather. TTG
"I’m your Huckleberry"
They just showed a clip from 12 Years A Slave where the guy says, “if you want to survive, do and say as little as possible”.
The exact thing my mama used to tell me before we walked in the mall.
Sidney Poitier was slaying white pussy back when it could get you killed
That fatty part of a steak that’s even more flavorful than the meat
*eyes roll in back of head*