Filthy Innocence
Hey it's Sarah
16 x F x London
"Without heart we are mere machines."
Fuck logic. I make my own.

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nymphoninjas: Being tethered to the bed was a familiar feeling, despite never having tried it before. We are all tethered to our beds in some sexual way, it plays host to our strangest fantasies in our sleep, and our pinnacles of pleasure when we are awake. Or something. Wow dude, I admire your adventurous bravery even when playing alone. And great work on taking the photo as well. Look like you’re walking the fine line between pleasure and pain. Thanks for sharing your submission with us. 
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ichthyologist: Army Ant Bivouac Army ants are nomads; their ferocious appetite means that they must  move to new regions every few days in order not to starve. As a result, they make a temporary nest constructed out of individual ants. Depending on the colony size, 150,000 - 170,000 worker ants link onto each other to form a structure 1m in diameter. The queen and larvae are protected near the center of the protective mass. Geoff Gallice on Flickr
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malformalady: A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the recently cooled crust of a flow. The silica contained within, reflects the early morning sunlight, giving its surface a glassy sheen. Photo and caption credit: Bruce Omori
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florencelikes: Shoes: Ankle Strap Shoes (1978) (by Northampton Museums)
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beben-eleben: There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence. On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad! Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased. It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father. Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper. Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. “You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.” The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak. “When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
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an-owls-eye: gay waterbending I will never not reblog this
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