Dammit I have been messing with my hair alot lately
the ‘big three’ of coping mechanisms are jerking off, fucking up your hair, and playing your favorite music real loud
Im just shocked you haven’t used this absolutely glorius photo yet.
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as am I, it is quite glorious. a real modern renaissance painting if you ask me.
one of those photos that really makes me wish i could use photoshop
me: *has a breakdown over smth stupid* me @ me:
"She started taking pictures of the beutiful glow of the sun embeding the forest in a hue of gold."
I just really like this song and think more people need to hear her voice.
Instead of telling people that they will meet someone Who loves them tell them they will find out how to love themself.
I don't think I've ever related to something more.
I have blotches of scars on my legs and permanent bents/scarring/loss of feeling in the sides of my fingers from how often I compusively pick at my skin, but please go on about how anxiety is such a cute and quirky thing to have
Siblings.
And we shall have.. peace
artists on tumblr stop fukcing lying to yourselves you never draw those sticks and circles when you sketch stuff out you just die and you know it
I'm Armand and nicki
tag yourself i’m nicki
I've decided I'm going to read some fan fiction.
I’m really bored.