rarebalugawhale:

I’ve been working on this quite some time. Actually really proud of the outcome.

I love this
Yes I love avocados!
flauwz:

Celebs, fashion and models. X

Love this outfit
kinkybronzedbrunette:

 
fohk:

“The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them”
Trainspotting (1996)Danny Boyle

Love this part of the movie. Always felt that way about some of my friends.
That Awkward Moment When….

obsessive-tumbling:

imageThat moment when you’re minding your own business shopping…

image

image And suddenly the employees are like…

imageSo finally you’re like…

Oh my god. I’ve always related to this scene!

(via lostinsantacarla)

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zaynisunreal:

its 2014 stop caring what boys want you to look like start paying more attention in school make some genuine friends and dont give a damn what anyone has to say about you

absolutely. 100% agreed.

(via imcominguptodragyouunder)

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agirlwithamask:

I will give your heart a place to rest..

when everything you had has turned and left!
I will never trust ice, i will never trust a thing (personal)

Warning: personal rant about my most recent relationship.

I keep my heart closely guarded, as I have been hurt a lot in the past.

I approached you with caution, as I knew you had a dark past. But my close friend said nothing but good things about you, how stable you were in your sobriety, how you usually go on and on and say sexual things about most girls but about me, instead you were all giddy…ranting about how beautiful i looked in all black, and how my eyes, all done up with a smokey eye, were all that you could stare at.

You intimidated me because I can usually read people like a book. But you I could not read.

Still, I gave you a chance because there was just something that drew me to you. You were well spoken, well dressed, smart, came from a wealthy family, and older than me.

The beginning was just fine, you described me as “smart, interesting, talented, and beautiful.” But you do not know the real me, you just see a pretty face and fashionable clothes. You don’t know the Jessica that doesn’t always like to wear makeup, the Jessica that even though she has a lingerie chest full of hundreds of bras and panties she would rather go bra less and commando. The Jessica who likes to lay down in the grass at the park, kick off her designer shoes, and not give a fuck when she gets grass in her hair.

Instead you saw a classical cellist in fancy clothes and designer heels, visible ink showing as well. But that’s okay that you don’t realize that I’m a free spirit.

Stable in your sobriety. Yeah, until you secretly started sneaking drinks at parties and any occasion you got because you couldn’t do your drug of choice.

That is when I had to raise my walls that I was starting to lower for you. i suspected that you were sleeping around behind my back.

About a month later it was confirmed that you had slept with two girls behind my back. Hurt, I told you off and ended it. But what did you care? You were now free to go back off into the world and do your drugs of choice.

A week ago you tried to see me again.

Three days ago you started doing benzo’s again. Knowing I get prescribed klonopin, you asked to buy some off of me. I firmly said no.

Last night you injected heroin and over dosed.

Stable in your sobriety, clearly not.

And that is why i never completely let you into my life.

I don’t trust ice. I will never trust ice, I will never trust a thing.

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