It’s just 2 men sharing the night
It might seem wrong but it’s just right
It’s just 2 men sharing each other
It’s just 2 men like loving brothers
One on top and one on bottom
One inside and one is out
One is screaming, he’s so happy
The other’s screamin’ a passionate shout
It’s the Night Man
I’m feeling so wrong and right, man
I’m feeling so wrong and right, man
I can’t fight you, man
When you come inside me
And pin me down with your strong hands
And I become the Night…
The passionate, passionate Night Man
(Source: bylsmas, via itsalwayssunny)
I’ve decided to come back to tumblr, I’ve missed you wacky bastards =D
This was part of my sister’s undergrad speech.
(via socialuprooting)
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” — Ernest Hemingway (via writingwithcoffee)
(Source: airheaded)
Charles Burchfield, Rainy Night 1930
A bit dry? Yes. Not good for you? Yes. But oh so god damn tasty. (Taken with instagram)
Done and beautiful (Taken with instagram)
Mah babies are in the oven (Taken with instagram)
Cooking meat pies, cross your fingers they turn out well =X (Taken with instagram)