Every time I talk to my best friend on Skype I unconciously put my hand up my shirt and play with my nipples. Like, omg…w.h.at. a.mmm. i.. even..d.o.i.ng?
Every time I talk to my best friend on Skype I unconciously put my hand up my shirt and play with my nipples. Like, omg…w.h.at. a.mmm. i.. even..d.o.i.ng?
the hunger games
all i care about is that i stay too skinny to legally give blood
(Source: veruca-slut, via poniessskippingeverywhere)
my black friend said that you can be pronounced african american if someone that’s black gives you their blessing and she gave me her blessing and well guys i guess i’m black now and i’m loving it
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”In the parking lot of a bingo parlor, a girl cries thinking of the future; specifically the death of Britney Spears.”
This is first sentence of my biography.
The longer I stare into the mirror, the more nauseated I become.
I have to keep my mouth open and I can’t swallow.