DO NOT REBLOG PHOTOS OF ME ONTO YOUR PORN BLOG. THIS BLOG AND MY PICTURES ARE FOR MY PLEASURE, NOT YOURS. I'm Rachel. I'm 19 years old. This is my personal blog but sometimes it's a NSFW sex/sensuality blog. I don't want sexual messages. I will delete them. Otherwise, let's be friends. :)

2nd August 2014

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إذا تم العقل نقص الكلام
The smarter you get the less you speak
— Arabic Proverb (via gezel)

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2nd August 2014

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when the pussy just as pretty as her face

thahalfrican:

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2nd August 2014

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baby-make-it-hurt:

Fuck. That’s sexy.

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2nd August 2014

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perfectvic:

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE

perfectvic:

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE

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2nd August 2014

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2nd August 2014

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Fuck, I want to have her in ways no one else has ever had her or ever will have her.
— A.A. (via crossingcolors)

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1st August 2014

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nettosan:

datademon:

damn-arrows:

caffensis:

revyas:

I like it when cats settle down and it looks like they don’t have any limbs

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they’re slugs

…and if you ever wondered what they look like from underneath when doing that:

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This is important

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1st August 2014

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

— It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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1st August 2014

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konorai:

kurakos:

learning languages is fun until i gotta do it for a grade

Learning new things in general is fun until I have to do it for a grade

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1st August 2014

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carl-thecreator:

Drink hella water, eat hella fruit

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