Saturday, February 28, 2015

Missing boo.

Friday, February 27, 2015

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

RICH GIRL YEAR.

February 20th was harder than Valentine's Day.

..for some people.

Monday, February 16, 2015

I clean when I'm blue.

CAN WE PRETEND?

Let's pretend I ain't your friend, so we can get it on again. Let's pretend we never met, a good excuse to play forget. Let's pretend you never lied, so I can give it up all night. Swallow my pride and learn to forgive, when I'm looking for love I pretend it's you.

MAKE IT FEEL GOOD.



SAD GIRL.



He's got the fire and he talks with fame.

CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF..

I actually have no idea what I'm doing.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

A LOVE LETTER FROM JOHNNY CASH TO JUNE.


Happy birthday.

Friday, February 13, 2015

FRIDAY FEELS.

THE CURLS.

Wore my natural curl for the first time in a long time. No straightener, no straightening conditioner,  just shampoo. This is the result.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

CURRENT MOOD:



Wednesday, February 11, 2015

UGH.

I don't want to know any more. I get it. I meant nothing. I was just a game. I GET IT. Please stop texting me.

I'm drowning.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

ADD THIS SONG TO YOUR "SAD FOLDER".

Been listening to this one all day on loop. Hits me right in the feels.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

I don't understand.

I'm not the bad one here, leave my shit alone. Middle finger to the haters, grip on my balls.

CRY AWAY OR DANCE AWAY.

WON'T GIVE UP.

Monday, February 2, 2015

FUCK BOYS.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TEXT HIM!"

- an inner battle I faced today that I came dangerously close to losing. What's a phone call though?

I don't wanna date a fuck boy. You know how easy it is to get boys?! Suuuuuuper easy. All you gotta do is look at 'em. And they're all ready to slurp your face and grab your butt. I don't want a fuck boy though. I want to dance like an idiot with my man and have make out sessions in the morning while we recover from last night's booze adventure to some Netflix. I don't want to date these ignant fucks who tell me my butt's cute. Only my boyfriend is allowed to tell me my butt's cute, okay? And I don't have a boyfriend, so step off, fuck face.

I am not a toy.

Gawdddddd.. if you were lonely for New Year's, don't worry, Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and these boys be thirsty. Yayyyyyyy.

(Not.)