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!
someone’s probably in love with you right now, even though you think you’re boring and stupid and smell bad most of the time, someone probably saw you last week and wiped their sweaty hands on the insides of their pockets and thought about your body under your clothing and about how you would look asleep in their bed
corrections: 1. I am a fucking potato. nobody will be in love with me any time soon LOL 2. I probably am boring and stupid BUT NOT SMELLY 3. bitch, ain’t nobody thinkin of my body beneath the clothing cuz A. DAT SHIT IS CREEPY B. I AM A FUCKING POTATO; NEED I REMIND YOU? 4. Me asleep in there bed? A. HIGHLY UNLIKELY BECAUSE NOBODY WOULD WANT A POTATO LIKE ME B. oh hellllll no. what is he is bloodyface from AHS C. If I was in his bed, I would probably look like shit with leftover makeup running down my face making me look scary af & probably snoring or some shit idk what I do in my sleep
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
My friends mom is 4’9 and her dad is 6’5. Whenever she is mad at him, she grabs a chair to yell in his face. Everytime that happens, he’s laughing too hard for her to stay mad. They say it’s the only way they’ve been married for so long.
"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it.
I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”