Pensamientos inútiles de un adolescente perturbado y su filosofía que nadie debe escuchar.


Tengo 21 años, estudio nutrición, amo la comida reblogeo porno, anime y en general todo lo que me guste, de vez en cuando escribo y me quejo, de hecho no se por que deberias seguirme.

Love and Rockets

Tócame como si fuera tu canción favorita.

—A cada rato, Ricardo G. (via prostituto-de-letras)

pixelatedlovesongs:

bisou, bisou

pixelatedlovesongs:

bisou, bisou

Por que se murió, me encantaban sus ojos de drogadicta.

Por que se murió, me encantaban sus ojos de drogadicta.

(Source: murdes)

enjoymortality:

ewok89:

“They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.
Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.”
—Stoya

enjoymortality:

ewok89:

They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.

Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.

—Stoya

(Source: praxis89)

joincidence-with-a-c:

whyd you only reblog me when youre high

joincidence-with-a-c:

whyd you only reblog me when youre high

(Source: 333frankenstein)

(Source: filthyginger)

fluffyteens:

Fluffy erotic pictures!

fluffyteens:

Fluffy erotic pictures!

diedarlingdearest:

"How I wish, how I wish you were here.We’re just two lost soulsSwimming in a fish bowl,Year after year,Running over the same old ground.What have we foundThe same old fears”

diedarlingdearest:

"How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears”