18 yrs. old...bisexual...prefer to talk to girls tho.....athletic...write poetry....makeup is essential, fashion is my life, music is my therapy, friends are precious, time is uncontrollable, bitches and hoes arent worth my time, individuality is everything....judge me and ill prove you wrong, tell me what to do and ill tell you off, say im not worth it and watch where i end up, call me a bitch and ill show you one, fuck me over and ill do it to you twice as bad, call me crazy but you really have no idea.....wanna txt? just ask for the number :)
(Source: spn.sr, via dances-with-darkness)
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Relevant.Imagine how much you hate the person you hate the most. Multiply it by 50. Imagine hating yourself that much, all the damn time. It’s like being trapped with the person you hate the most and they’re constantly screaming at you how you’ll never be good enough, you’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re disgusting, no one will ever love you. And you can never escape. Multiply that hatred by 50 again. That’s just barely a start of understanding how much I hate myself
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I miss these! :/
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
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