Insanity Tickles

2012-05-25 43,769 notes

hav0c-a:

I just died, omfg

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2012-05-14 0 notes

The cool thing about roller coasters is they remind you that even going downhill can be fun.

2012-04-08 437 notes

Just fucking WOW!

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2012-03-03 0 notes

Not many guys can wear Speedos successfully but the ones that can do it very, very well.

2012-02-26 0 notes

A Quote from Woody Allen

Sex is like playing bridge. If you don’t have a partner, you’d better have a good hand.

2012-02-25 0 notes

Sometimes a vision makes you just melt in your shoes and go anything but limp.

Adapted from the Greek by Charles Bryant

His office job was crap. He hated it.
Seven o’clock in the evening. He left his prison,
stepped out into the freedom of the street
feeling the shroud drop from him
alloted to him in that place of death
where daily he inevitably piecemeal died
for two pounds a week including tips.
Away from the funeral parlour (such he named it)
he strolled about and stretched his handsome limbs.
Just twenty-nine. A picture of young male beauty.

All the pent up passion of the day
seemed suddenly to flood him as he walked.
Singing exultation from depression
miraculously flowered, burst like a summer storm,
a rain of scent and blossom through his senses
instantly electrified. Then settled into hunger;
then into need and longing; then unrest.
He paced the twilight streets, a twitching lion
lashing its tail, bright eyes aflame and flashing
in angry yearning for proper food and mate.

A cut-price shop, full of tawdry goods.
Shining among the trash, a face and figure
instantly exuded answering need.
Hardly in control, he entered, moved
by something sweet from far outside himself
awoken from languorous sleep, stretching and purring.
Pretending he wished to buy some handkerchiefs,
half believing his own pathetic pretence,
his voice husky with passion, his shaking hands
groped among the proferred scattered goods
laid upon the counter in sacrifice
by the angel of the troubling face and figure
(archangelic features, lissom figure!)
setting out his master’s various wares,
the observant owner sitting distant watching.

He asked about the price and quality;
the answering voice low-pitched as his own
similarly love-struck and intense;
hands glancingly delicately touching the other’s hands
across the glass-topped counter’s scattered goods,
heads bent close together (oh that lips
should press against those lips so achingly near!)
harrassed and furtive, trembling with desire.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEYOtKAueDs

2011-12-09 0 notes

It’s a nice feeling when Karma kicks the pricks in the ass with irony like this.

Insanity Tickles

2012-06-02 0 notes