Flighty Temptress
Got my hips tattooed last night!
Marilyn Manson for life.

Got my hips tattooed last night!
Marilyn Manson for life.

tastefullyoffensive:

"Human, why you do this for?" [x]

Hoop bruises on my legs are the devil.

Hoop bruises on my legs are the devil.

eatpussylivehappy:

I think you’re cute

cute as in I wanna hear what you sound like while experiencing an orgasm

vintagegal:

Seventeen-year-old Bianca Passarge of Hamburg dresses up as a cat and dances on wine bottles in June 1958. Her performance was based on a dream. She practiced for eight hours a day to do this. (x)

vintagegal:

Seventeen-year-old Bianca Passarge of Hamburg dresses up as a cat and dances on wine bottles in June 1958. Her performance was based on a dream. She practiced for eight hours a day to do this. (x)

Wait for someone who keeps you sane, but also drives you crazy in all the right ways.
(via swiftbeat)
My mom found me round two of cool things, earlier was a deceased baby turtle.

My mom found me round two of cool things, earlier was a deceased baby turtle.

thediagonallie:

when I was in high school my AP english teacher told us we weren’t allowed to eat in class so I took that as a personal challenge to see what the most ridiculous thing I could eat in class without getting caught was so I started bringing soup to class and as soon as I’d crack the lid of my thermos the tiniest bit this football player that sat like 3 rows in front of me would going “I SMELL MEAT SOMEONE HAS SOUP” and no one ever believed him

hands down, still the best pick-up line i’ve heard in my life.

saythankyoumaster:

Me hungry.

saythankyoumaster:

Me hungry.

My little jacky boy <3

My little jacky boy <3

asylum-art:

The Disturbing Sculptures of Dongwook

" Love Me Sweet"Arrario Gallery Seoul  samcheong, Korea 2012

Dongwook Lee’s works focus on the contradictions that are fundamentally inherent in human existence and life. Exquisitely hyper-realistic and surrealistically imagined renditions of his miniature human figures are staged in absurd situations in Lee’s works, in which the bleak everyday life transforms into poetic horror. In Lee’s work, a fragile warrior is wearing his own flesh as his armor, and the naked child stands with innocent face in front of blood-stained killing (which he might have committed). His oeuvre stands at an odd intersection of life and death, beauty and cruelty, civilization and wild, and reality and fantasy, unfolding a world of fantasy where people are severed from reality.