A bee can become drunk from fermented nectar and other bees will punish it by chewing off its legs.

"Hey, Pete is drunk again lets chew his legs off"

3 weeks ago // 61,553 notes

The love I give you isn’t gentle. I’ll wrap my hands around your throat, lean in and breathe bullets into your mouth, watching you spit out the shells. Every touch from me has left a bruise on your skin, a reminder. Maybe you’ll think of me when you see them and return all those broken prayers I left on your voicemail. The only part of me I let you taste is whiskey and ash. The bitter, the burnt. When you reach inside me your fingernails scratch at an empty shell, grasping for the dregs of what little humanity is left. I kiss you until you forget what you were searching for. Too Far Gone|i.s. (via casbloom)

(Source: casamhain)

3 weeks ago // 369 notes
3 weeks ago // 53,177 notes
3 weeks ago // 69,736 notes


if u smell good, we cool

3 weeks ago // 349,558 notes
don’t call me beautiful
i don’t care
call me intelligent
tell me my laugh is contagious;
that i made you smile
tell me i have something to offer Unknown (via psych-facts)

3 weeks ago // 56,353 notes