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I'm a normal 16 year old girl. LOL WAIT, SCRATCH THAT. I'm a 16 year old girl. Totally not normal, but loving it! I'm 5'3", have light hazel brownish eyes, and currently blonde hair. Used to have red hair and also purple hair once. I'm obsessed with tattoos, piercings, & other body mods. I love music, writing, drawing, reading, and singing. *PROFESSIONAL SHOWER SINGER*. oh and if you ever need advice on something, feel free to hit me up! I'll try my best to answer!

cherry-dicksicle:

danfreakindavis:

timecourier:

danfreakindavis:

danfreakindavis:

someone help i just ate an entire watermelon and i just cut open a second one

update: i’m out of watermelon


make watermelon clothes



how does one not reblog this

cherry-dicksicle:

danfreakindavis:

timecourier:

danfreakindavis:

danfreakindavis:

someone help i just ate an entire watermelon and i just cut open a second one

update: i’m out of watermelon

make watermelon clothes

how does one not reblog this

sh1re:

happy easter

fuckyeahfitzgerald:

gonzalomz:

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.” - Nick Carraway

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

fuckyeahfitzgerald:

gonzalomz:

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.” - Nick Carraway

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

falloutyoungmale:

I write sins not five page research papers

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

spenceromg:

I hate it when netflix pauses and asks me if im still watching like yeah you actually think i got up and started doing something with my life bitch put my show back on

camerondatass:

mostlymagcon:

the-awesome-adventurer:

the-awesome-adventurer:

the-awesome-adventurer:

I think the snapchats of my math teacher are the only thing I’ll be remembered for and I’m okay with that

I got suspended, Thursday school, and moved to an entirely different classroom because of this post.

I JUST FOUND OUT THEY BANNED SNAPCHAT ON MY SCHOOLS SERVER BECAUSE OF THIS OMFG

You’re a legend.

THIS IS MY FAV POST OF ALL TIME

unclefather:

Is that Pharrell

unclefather:

Is that Pharrell