I would die for those shoes. They’re fucking perfect.
Dita von Teese posing atop Victor Noir’s grave statue in Paris, 2003
“There is a myth about the statue of Victor Noir that has made it legendary. The sculpture has a very noticeable protuberance in Noir’s trousers. This has made it one of the most popular memorials for women to visit in the famous cemetery. The myth says that placing a flower in the upturned top hat after kissing the statue on the lips and rubbing its genital area will enhance fertility, bring a blissful sex life, or, in some versions, a husband within the year. As a result of the legend, those particular components of the oxidized bronze statue are rather well-worn.”
Been there, done that :-)
Hey tumblr, Craig gets you.
#that’s because the characters in visual porn have no depth#like do I CARE if she ‘likes that dick’? #how long have these two known each other? #how many years of UST have just collapsed? #does he have any mixed feelings about being tied up and spanked? #or has he already come to terms with his kink? #where’s the desperation? #where’s the EMOTION? #and aren’t those nails a bit long for a lesbian?
JESUS H. CHRIST THOSE ARE THE MOST ACCURATE TAGS OF ACCURACY I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE
I’m just sitting here enjoying that Craig is all over tumblr with that number of notes xD
Craig is accurate and the tag is more accurate than the word accurate itself.
And that right there is why there is fanfiction ;-)
She is a true goddess.
This is beautiful. And somehow it reminds me of Harry Potter’s Hogwarts.
I love Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog.
OMG, they made a movie about the invention of the vibrator. This is a true story, seriously. And it’s bloody brilliant. This is definitely on my must see list this summer.
This is the perfect example of why I love these two characters.
This looks like the beginning of a fun night.
He looks so much younger without all the vamp make-up.
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, the ecstasy of grief. I hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
And that is why geeks are sexy :-)
And what a fabulous morning it is.