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Instagram, Taken, and Relatable: @khodega me:: scented candle: me:: your candle scent is your favorite color + the place where your last instagram picture was taken. whats yours? 👀 (via: @jasminferoz.art)

your candle scent is your favorite color + the place where your last instagram picture was taken. whats yours? 👀 (via: @jasminferoz.art)

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Bodies , Fucking, and Head: WCLVESVSHEARTS.TUMBLR.COM OU'RE WARM. BET You ANYTHING THAT YOU'RE WARMER. SLEEP. CLVESVSHEARTS TUMBLR.COM finleighsaid: wclvesvshearts: favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order→ a kingdom by the sea (book ii, chapter 6) So after I manage to free my hand with a promise of staying, I take off my shoes, leave them by the bed. Remove my jacket, take off my tie. Don’t think anything of it when I unbuckle my belt, don’t think of how I’ve done this in his presence uncountable times, but this time I pull the belt out of the loops and keep my pants on. I round the bed because well – he sleeps on the left and I sleep on the right. I know that. Although sometimes we just slept all over each other, no coordination or direction. Still. We have sides. But I don’t get under the covers with him. No, that I can’t do. So I get on top of them, moving closer to him. I curl my arm securely around his middle and pull him to me, our bodies pressing together. His hand instantly moves to rest over mine, and he exhales softly. “You’re warm.” I rest my head on the pillow that we share, and I close my eyes, breathe in the scent of his hair. “Bet you anything that you’re warmer.” He hums in agreement and pushes into my embrace. Goes lax. And at that second, the feeling of being home is overwhelming. “Sleep.” And he does. Probably for the first time in days. I’m reblogging this again because I love it so fucking much. Watch me, motherfuckers.
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Apparently, Clothes, and Creepy: hamtastrophe it's sometimes hard to believe rasputin was real. like there's no non-fucked up part of rasputin's existence rollinbylimpbizkit did he do something problematic i thought he was just russia's greatest love machine the-itchy-bitchy-spider basic (true) story: fanatical russian monk who has almost never shaved or washed and smells like goats shows up at the russian capital with a creepy look on his beardy face and everyone just assumes he's a prophet or a saint because he's got a cult following that believes he can cure illnesses. his stans are sexually obsessed with him and he gets just a fuckton of russian pussy wherever he goes cause apparently he can cure his true believers of illness with god-given dick magic. russia's queen has him come stay at the palace and sets him up in luxury because she thinks he can cure her son's haemophilia with the power of russian goat jesus, and they (allegedly) become lovers, probably, 'cause she craves that unwashed goat-scented dick like the rest of his cult which she now (allegedly) belongs to then the worst assassins in the history of as- sassinations try to assassinate him, because he has too much power over the royal family and it's helping revolutionaries turn people against the royals. so these idiots have him round for tea and cakes which are poisoned with cyanide, but sen they get the dose wrong and he doesn't die, and then he drinks three glasses of wine, which are also poisoned, and he doesn't die, so they tell him to look at a crucifix and shoot him in the chest with a revolver when he isn't looking, and he doesn't die, but they think hes dead so one of them dresses in his clothes and gets driven to his apartment to make it look like he's gone home to hide the crime, and when they come back he gets up and attacks them, so they stab him in the side with a knife, and he doesn't die, and then he frees himself and runs outside, so they shoot him a few times more, including in the forehead, and they wrap his body up and chuck him in the icy river, and he doesn't go into the water, so his body is found on the ice the next day. and get this. .he died... f hypothermia Source: hamtastrophe One of the first Russian Chaos Agents, Rasputin
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Advice, Animals, and Best Friend: HOW TO FIND A LOST DOG On day 12 of searching for my dog in a heavily wooded area, distraught and hopeless, I ran into a couple of hunters. They said they lost the occasional dog on a hunt but always got them back. What they told me has helped many dogs and families be reunited DOG LOST The dog ownerls) should take an article of clothing that has been worn at least all day, the longer the better, so the lost dog can pick up the scent. Bring the article of clothing to the location where the dog was last seen and leave it there. Also, if the dog has a crate & familiar toy, you can bring those too (unless location undesirable for crate). You might also want to leave a note requesting item(s) not to be moved Leave a bowl of water there too, as the dog probably hasn't had access to any. Do not bring food as this could attract other animals that the dog might avoid. Come back the next day, or check intermittently if possible. Hopefully the dog will be waiting there. I was skeptical and doubted my dog would be able to detect an article of clothing if he didn't hear me calling his name as loud as possible all day for 12 days. But I returned the next day and sure enough found him sitting there! I hope this helps someone out there who's missing a best friend. Good luck :) LifeHackable.com vastderp: adorably-confused-fallen-angel: sparklesmccheesy: ittygittydiddynator: iheichouguys: lifehackable: This is potentially life saving information everyone should know. No you guys this post helped me find my cat. He was missing for almost a month and I’ve had him for over 12 years. After seeing this I put his favorite blanket he always slept on outside hoping he would smell mine or his scent and he was back the next fucking day asleep on it. When my cat got out, we called and called for him, and then, later that night, I remembered similar advice to this, and so put his little scratching pad, which he adores, on the front porch. Not even half an hour later, I heard a thump, opened the door, and there was his big butt, meowing at me. Important and vital I don’t care that I reblogged this today I’m reblogging it again awwwww babies ;_; i hope everyone’s pets come home safe.
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Advice, Kfc, and Tumblr: advice-animal: KFC is giving out free fried-chicken-scented sunscreen to ruin the beach forever.

advice-animal: KFC is giving out free fried-chicken-scented sunscreen to ruin the beach forever.

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