Sf Valley.

Pretty much a bunch of food, vintage shit, horny needy crap, and other beautifully things (:


it’s 1964 I’m on a balcony smoking a really long cigarette and some lofty music is playing I drop my martini on the floor it breaks and 5 men scramble to get me a new one

a friendly reminder



that calling women of color exotic is

  • fucking racist
  • dehumanizing
  • othering
  • and not a fucking compliment




to my followers who all deserve to hear this more often:
1. you’re very nice
2. you’re appreciated
3. you have a great booty
4. and i love you lots


How do I politely ask him to push me against a wall and bite my neck and grab my butt and bite my lip and make me moan?

"The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster.”
— Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via larmoyante)