March 2012
From now on I'm changing.
and fuck never realized how the smallest compliments can brighten my mood.
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I'm venting on tumblr because barely anyone I know...
I just took more pills than I should have for my moods, sculled vodka. I’m destructive, I’m fucking up my parents, my relationship with Stefan and me. I’m never happy. I was suicidal and still question it sometimes. I’m over thinking and lost. I’m not scared, but I’m worried, I push away everyone yet have no one that’s there. I’m fucked up.
Anonymous asked: does weight matter to you?
Anonymous asked: you're like the main character in a great movie. the beautiful girl who is messed up.
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On vodka, my mood pills, and t. In pain, crying,...
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Why I am the way I am.
My dad spent his whole life painting around the world, Brazil, America, Europe, had every job there could be, lived his life in art studios, had long hair, smoked weed with long hair and rode a moter bike. My mum was the same, a real babe, with the best sense of clothing style, velvet jackets, boots, weird clothing, inlove with music and art and now she is an abstract artist. Me? Well I was born...
Say you are revolution: “It was one of those days... →
“It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realized that there was this entire life…
