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I’m just gonna leave this here…do with it what you will.
(Source: iamdonald, via kaitmooney)
Why, hello. Hey there. Hi. You look a little chilly. Let me into our pants and I will fix that for you.
(Source: shawnandthemachine, via peepingtomfoolery)
I really hope that all this drool won’t ruin my keyboard.
(Source: dailycuteboy, via damndamnfine)
The Ted is my type.
mmm, mmm, MMM, hell-O Mr. “Executive Contour”. I could take or (more likely) leave the moustache though. Let’s just do an over-all beard situation, k?
(Source: schorembarbier.nl, via coreena)
Fantastic’s Mag published my personal series with Bryan Ulrich. You may see the spread on their site here.
A whole photo series of a beautifully bearded man?! You don’t say…
Another photoset of wonderful, adorable little Olympic divers’ butts (not just Alex Despatie this time…although he’s definitely in there..). YOU’RE WELCOME
We at Knickersoaker would like to award honorary gold medals to all the butts in these photos. Keep ‘em perky, boys!
(Source: bastardcoatedbastards)
Margaret Atwood (via solemnspring)
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Let’s all just be honest with ourselves for a minute here and admit that we all feel this way about Chris Evans’ butt.
(misspaperlilies:thepsychologistsgambit)
(Source: isjaka)
Reader submission!
Can you even begin to imagine what it would be like to kiss this man? Or rather, to have this man kiss you? A suave look, a lightly raised eyebrow. He steps into you and places one of his graceful hands on the small of your back, pulling you suddenly tight up against his body and as he buries the other hand in the hair on the nape of your neck he leans down and *POW* there are stars and fireworks and the whole rest of the world fades to black and your lips and your bodies together are the only things that exist to you in that moment.
The kind of man - the kind of kiss that when you finally pull away it’s like waking up from the deepest slumber of the sweetest dream and you feel dizzy and dazed and lightheaded the rest of the day.
Babe, Major
(Source: kuchenbaeckerin, via bastardcoatedbastards)
Who is this and why isn’t he making out with me right now?
(via ratshittoronto)
What I wouldn’t give to have this mister, right now.
Got this cool and classy t-shirt at the Pop Up Wedding Chapel in the Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas. I didn’t get married. Just went in to buy this. Its a play on the old “Mr. Right” notion.
I’m not a big fan of smoking, but even I would ignore the ashtray breath to make out with this man.
(via Tom by ~GARETHHH on deviantART)
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You know that scene from Bambi where he can’t walk properly yet and he’s on that frozen lake and he’s slipping everywhere and his legs just won’t stay underneath him?
Pretty sure this dude got that tattoo because he knows that’s what happens to girls when he gives us these smouldery doe eyes: we go all Bambi legs and melt on the spot.
(RB:hellodrama/OP:fucksandkisses)