Do not lie to me tumblr
I don’t know, I think it’s rather flattering.
jesus god can I please get more of these
Obviously the only way to wear a shirt.
Men of Tumblr…
The men of tumblr win
i could dig it.
Seem’s legit tbf
Boy, this look is fabulous but I can’t seem to get the bow just right.
At first I was mad because I thought I looked ugly
But I simply added a cute jacket and I became glamorous!
THAT LAST ONE WITH THE JACKET TOO, HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Why are these guys doing this?
I mean, why even try, when the baddest bitch is right here?
I will never not reblog this
favuorite post on tumblr omfg
hats off to the men of tumblr.
Happy Valentines Day, Sammy~
Also, I stole your shirt.
Do you get shivers just thinking about it? Did your knees buckle a little? Did your shoulders slump.
This is my favorite part of a woman. From the earlobes down your neck, through the curve of your shoulder. The entire area.
So this does it for me just as much as it does for you. When I approach you from behind, when I see that exposed skin, this isn’t a conscious choice. I don’t want to touch your neck, I don’t want to press my lips to your skin, I need to. It’s an automatic impulse.
It’s not an accident when I reach my hand to your neck. When my fingers linger in your hairline. When my thumb caresses your cheek. How my fingertips trace down your skin. I want your neck to tilt, slightly into my hand. I love when your mouth opens, your oral fixation sated with my thumb. I know then to lean in and press my mouth to your neck.
But I don’t kiss. Not right away. I inhale you, I part my lips and run my mouth up your neck. The mere touch of your skin exhilarates me. I kiss gently before my mouth hits your earlobe. Did you shiver again?
My tongue tastes you. My senses overwhelmed with you. My mouth traces back down. Kissing, nibbling, tasting and touching your skin. Down your neck, along your shoulder. My hand turns you to me. Our bodies pressed together, me pulling you to me. My mouth’s journey continues back to the center of your body, following the line of your collarbone. Your head lifts, and as I reach the center of your neck I kiss my way up. My thumb finally falls from your mouth, the goal reached… and we kiss.