It Ends Here.
This is where it all comes down to; everything that is, will be, or has been. I stop here. It all stops here. I'm 19. I'm a female. I go to college. I'm not sure about much of anything. And that's okay with me.
I found a new artist today, that goes by the name of Jason Levesque. I am quickly falling in love with his work.(part II)
More info can be found here
: http://blog.stuntkid.com/
Okay, clearly when a post hits 240 notes in a matter of minutes, I need to make it rebloggable. XD
oh god so earlier today my dad and i came back from grocery shopping and we were putting everything away and he pulls a box of my tampons out of the bag and turns to me and says
“where do these go?”
and there was kind of this awkward moment of silence before i went “…my vagina”
and then he kind of just fell over and nearly cried
and was like “WHICH CUPBOARD ASDGHJ”
A dramatic reading of some girl on facebook
I just died
omg he sounds like my brother, omg
omg he sounds like mine too, omg
How I feel when I think about how cute and shit we used to be
How I feel when I try to contact you again
How I feel when you don’t reply to anything
Then after a while I end up feeling like
CAN I HAVE YOUR DREADS
No one understands how much i love dreads. I don’t even understand it. I just have this fascination with them.
This just reminds me about how I need prettier bras. That actually fit. And that are nice.
