The Story Of ME.

girls.icedcoffee.modeling.

escape3withm3:

Life+School
Credit to whoever fucking wrote it

escape3withm3:

Life+School

Credit to whoever fucking wrote it

(via heavenlysennt)

Hii stinky😍🙈❤️

vverloren:

jordanaypk:

drinksanddaisies:

kuavai:

sphvere:

toxic-ponies:

vipeur:

kaltehand:

vilicity:

vilicity:

Posted this before but I’m gonna repost it goddammit

I forgot about this.

omg..

wow.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE EVER WHO WROTE THIS

Fuck

WOW

who wrote this ahhhh

the comments are so fucking annoying

👌

vverloren:

jordanaypk:

drinksanddaisies:

kuavai:

sphvere:

toxic-ponies:

vipeur:

kaltehand:

vilicity:

vilicity:

Posted this before but I’m gonna repost it goddammit

I forgot about this.

omg..

wow.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE EVER WHO WROTE THIS

Fuck

WOW

who wrote this ahhhh

the comments are so fucking annoying

👌

(via dearfutureemee)

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pizza-queen:

lettherebenoevilinyourthoughts:

weareallinsects:

bigbootytho:

FUCK I NEED THIS RIGHT NOW

so much

I would be such a good gf because i would do this for hours 

haha the source url tho

pizza-queen:

lettherebenoevilinyourthoughts:

weareallinsects:

bigbootytho:

FUCK I NEED THIS RIGHT NOW

so much

I would be such a good gf because i would do this for hours 

haha the source url tho

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I haven’t cried for/about my brother in a while..
Until now.

“I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.”

—   (via hookayy)

(Source: flyingwithoutwings21, via drugsalcoholattitudee)

drugsalcoholattitudee:

lmaooooo I know this feeling

drugsalcoholattitudee:

lmaooooo I know this feeling

(Source: likesrslyashley)

Today I have learnt 3 things:

1. Your body can feel like it’s missing a limb when someone leaves.

2. Your mind can blame you for things that were never your fault.

3. Your heart can break for a love that was never yours.

—   (via surendranauth)

This. This. This. Wow.

(Source: not-so-young-and-far-too-dumb, via dearfutureemee)

psl:

then & now

what type of ethereal beauty!?

(Source: nya-kin, via fuckniggahs-getmoney)

“I wanted to crawl into her chest and kiss everything that she thought I’d hate.”

—   

(via frenchiebaguette)

:/

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findingmyownstrength:

huffingtonpost:

People have offered many potential explanations for this discrepancy, but this ad highlights the importance of the social cues that push girls away from math and science in their earliest childhood years.

Watch the powerful Verizon advertisement to really understand what a little girl hears when you tell her she’s pretty.

(Source: youtube.com, via youaretakingme-there)

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 she 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.

—   It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

This. So relevant.

(via modelphysique)