The first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
Hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
oh,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
He says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
You fit, you fit, you fit.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Who knew sacrifice was so profane?
And once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name.
Ashe Vernon, “PROFANE” (via 5000letters)

drugdoer:

grassfire:

Imagine if Breaking Bad was set in Canada or the UK or Australia. Walt discovers he has lung cancer, is promptly treated at no cost and discharged with no financial burden apart from $20 in subsidised prescriptions. The end.

hmm. it’s almost as if Breaking Bad might have been trying to say something. Who knows, though

sir-hathaway:

The Moon and the Sun could eclipse a thousand times over and there still wouldn’t be enough shade to encompass how deep this went.

sir-hathaway:

The Moon and the Sun could eclipse a thousand times over and there still wouldn’t be enough shade to encompass how deep this went.

anusclap:

laughing with your best friend until your stomachs hurt <3

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wave94:

*fully embraces wine mom culture at age 19*

ammit420:

mamitachvla:

ammit420:

mamitachvla:

Stop…fetishizing….huge age…gaps
They’re super toxic and…creepy..and…PREDATOR LIKE !!!!

fuck you got against wideset teeth yo

What

i aint read this right my bad

sofapizza:

not again robert, think of the children

queen-mzbigabootie:

haneefistheonlyone:

kwamejaw:

Im pretty sure I walk past a lot more cops than that

queen-mzbigabootie:

haneefistheonlyone:

kwamejaw:

Im pretty sure I walk past a lot more cops than that

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yolownly:

ekimsal:

yolownly:

Do u ever wonder if, in a few decades, memes will be featured in history textbooks? As a part of history and internet culture?
Bc if my descendents even have to so much as read the words “skeleton” and “war” together I’m coming out of my grave to fuck shit up

But wouldn’t that actually start the skeleton war?

Fulfill The Prophecy

penis-hilton:

7eleven:

What does that say

idk

penis-hilton:

7eleven:

What does that say

idk

softboycollective:

thebluelip-blondie:

my white protesters please remember that you’re rarely at the same risk we are when you stand up for what is right

I’m not gonna stop reblogging these reminders

softboycollective:

thebluelip-blondie:

my white protesters please remember that you’re rarely at the same risk we are when you stand up for what is right

I’m not gonna stop reblogging these reminders

"My name will be Hannah Dash, I will be captain of the gymnastics team and the math team and you will be my foxy friend, Drake Mathers, a delinquent with a heart of gold who the system has given up on.”

punnier:

that fufu lame shit, i aint with it

i’ll send some shots at yo fitted

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swag bitch