Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
ah yes, the most terrifying and aggressive dog ever: the pitbull
It’s on my left forearm. It’s a note my mom left me the night she died. Here’s a side-by-side shot of the two.
Deserves every note.
I cried and then I reblogged
This was done with a ballpoint motherfucking pen.
Idk I wish for you cuz for some reason you’re on my mind. And I think that means something.
I literally want to punch myself in the face so hard.
All for a fucking boy
I hate how one minute I’m perfectly fine. Then the next I’m completely broken. And after that my mind goes into confusion that I don’t even know what to do with myself. I didn’t think a boy could drive me insane but you’ve proved me wrong before. All I’m asking is to feel complete again. To feel like Talia because this isn’t her. And I hate what you’ve done to me but ehh can’t change the past now. You never leave my mind but I guess that means you’re supposed to be there. I don’t even fight it anymore I just kinda let you sit there and just tease and taunt me. I hope this week will be just what I need to finally push you out of my life. I’ve gotten you so close to edge and now I’m ready to officially off the edge no matter how bad I want to pull you closer. I guess I’ll just give it time. Because forcing things never works out. I guess you could say I’m in love with the memories and I miss what we had. Okay I’m done.
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