eliot stabler laying down the law for women’s rights to their own bodies
I love Ice Cube’s face, he’s just like, “What the fuck is this guy on?”
That’s Ice T silly
rebloggin’ for the ice cube
every secret of the universe is revealed in a nightclub at 3 am, when your head is tilted back and basked in cheap disco ball neon after a too-thick line makes its way into your bloodstream, when your pupils dilate and you feel the pump of your heart, when you see the sweaty, stumbling masses desperate to touch each other, when you scratch at ripped vinyl and nylon, when a song changes tune, when flashes of light come as a welcome reprieve from the stifling darkness. that is life, the human condition, the purpose of existence. it’s all there. one high instant and you can find yourself talking to God. never dismiss those moments.
i’ve accepted on too many occasions, never seeing you again. but you have a way of scratching your way back into my heart, mind, and life. but this time it’s over. i’ve bled too much over you, and you’ve never dressed those wounds.