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Anonymous asks: do u ever feel like you know who you want to be.. but your past holds you back so much. like every old photo/event/outfit doesn't represent who you are at all. you try change... but people won't let you, they don't think ur authenti c.. they hate change and only remember the old you so you're trapped. x

yes. not really sure what to do about it. i think, just you know, battle through. lots of people probably find you wonderful. at some point you’ll be older, and even if you don’t realise it, things’ll change. give yourself a break. you’ve no obligation to be the person you were five minutes ago.

purienne:

Michelle by Purienne

purienne:

Michelle by Purienne

trashhands:

note to self i guess

trashhands:

note to self i guess

Anonymous asks: ur rly pretty and cute and friendly and like a little butterfly and i want to make u happy :(( and be friends with u xxxxx

:)

shy-trees:

I want to hide at a rooftop and wrap myself up in a blanket and play björk really loud and throw flowers at people passing by

(Source: verivala)

pubertad:

Natalie Kuckern 
Anonymous asks: Alaska young is a chick from a John green novel who killed herself

she had the right idea

mmowlie:

????? what am i 

i used to want to be a rollercoaster engineer. not because I like rollercoasters but because i wanted to make one that would break the necks of everyone who is stupid enough to waste their money on rollercoasters.

your interest in me is like dust on a shelf

Anonymous asks: im quite sure i saw you.. you were wearing dungarees and smoking outside a train station.. you looked bored`&hot

thanks

Anonymous asks: Quite plain faced, yet a sparkling mind and an imagination that has us all fooled.

i feel like crying

saddumbgirl:

i love squinting my eyes so i can look at the light caught in my eyelashes

(Source: plantkitten)

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.
—George Orwell, 1984 (via bodv)

(Source: sadexistences)

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