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"You can be attracted to anyone.You don’t fall for gender, you fall for someone’s heart"


so true! (via sin-thee-uhhh)

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Got questions about the future?  Here’s a 4000 year old oracle with some answers!  Click here!

Some day in the future I do want to settle down in my own kooky way..

Got questions about the future?  Here’s a 4000 year old oracle with some answers!  Click here!







By Crom! is my joke-a-panel autobiographical comic featuring life advice and spiritual guidance from Conan the Barbarian. It ran from January 2012 to May 2014, and is collected in two books, The Collected By Crom! and Full Colour Cromulence. You can read the archives on, and grab the books in print and in PDF.

By Crom! will be tabling with Weald Comics at TCAF, VanCAF, TAAFI and possibly FanExpo Toronto!

This is weirdly inspiring.

this is such a good comic

ahahahaha I love this :’)

I need to stop seeing things I need.

I love this. O.O

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What a way to start the day!”

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Falling in love again..

Do you want the secret to a great relationship? I put the answer in today’s blog:

☼ Spirituality/Meditation Blog ☼

Get ready for that full moon.


Just Fuck Me
Don’t be afraid to hurt me.
I know you worry. Please don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think.

Don’t tug my hair. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water.

Don’t graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again.

Don’t caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in.

Don’t nudge my knees apart. Move them like they’re yours to spread. With intention. With possession.

Don’t hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still.

I want it to still hurt tomorrow.
I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints.

Don’t ask me if I’m ok.
I need to let go and not think.
I need you to make me yours.

Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs.

These are the things I can’t control. I don’t want to control. That’s the point.

Don’t doubt.
Don’t worry.
Don’t overthink.

Just fuck me.



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Oh I like her

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