We are more than the remains of what was.


There is still so much to do, and to see.


Ask away

Gonna get emotional on you here, sort of

I hide how I feel a lot. I use to be fine spending a lot of time on my own, hell it’s how I use to like it. Now, now I bug people probably too much, my mind wanders when I’m alone and I don’t like where it goes. Maybe it’s just the repercussions of my past, I’m learning to deal with it. Fuck, when did it become wrong to care too much about people though. 

This post went to a different topic than I originally wanted to talk about but oh well. 

minimist:

but why are crop tops more expensive than normal tops

  • Me: Wow, I'm home alone.
  • Me: *In the shower* I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIRL
  • Me: *Into a hairbrush* NO YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF
  • Me: *Running around the house* TONI-I-I-I-I-IGHT WE ARE YOUNG
  • Me: *Upside down, balancing herself on the couch* IM FEELIN' SEXY AND FREEE
  • Me: *Making microwave popcorn* BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE
  • Family: *comes home*
  • Me: *Locks herself in room and goes on Tumblr*
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kimpissible:

In english, we say “shut the fuck up” but in spanish they say “cierra la boca puta” which translates to shut your bitch mouth and i think thats beautiful