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caloriq:

how do people have relationship after relationship like i can’t find a single person to find me remotely attractive for a solid second

vivianvivisection:

jonesdavid813:

h0llo:

Putting on makeup is such a spiritual experience I watch myself go from a 3 to a 9 right in front of my mirror I love it

no, if you are putting on makeup, I don’t care who you are or what you look like, you go from about a 10 to 1

keep talking shit you gonna go from a basic ass 2 to a 6-feet-under

ven0moth:

if you rip my headphones out of my ears ill rip your heart out of your chest

eatingisfab:

when i meet up with my friends i tell them im already on my way when im actually still choosing what clothes to wear 

wonderpillsandtea:

lustour:

You kissed me that night, but you were too high to remember it. Now I lay in my bed with knots in my stomach and you in my head

This

sexyfitarmychick:

I will never understand why stripping is seen as degrading.

Like…the job description is literally “I am so hot that you could never get me in real life so you’re going to have to pay me to dance for you.”

????

sixpenceee:

mrs-jack-overland-frost:

This ones for sixpenceee

My dad passed away in October of 2011. And I was a total daddies girl. Not even five months later I found out I was pregnant with my son. My now ex whom I had been with for over 5 1/2 years decided he wanted nothing to do with us, so he left. So not only did my dad pass away, a long term relationship died. And I couldn’t even mourn, because I was pregnant, and I was terrified about a miscarriage due to stress. So I numbed myself.

ANYWAY, so I was roughly 5-6 months pregnant and I had my steel toe boots on to bring out the garbage (they’re my comfy old work boots) and I was going down the flight of steep steps at my old apartment. The lip of my boot caught the step and I started falling forward. I should have fallen forward, landed on my stomach, possibly killed the baby, and break my neck and die because of how steep these stairs were. But just as I saw the steps coming I felt a hand grab my left shoulder and yank me back so hard I ended up having bruises, and instead of falling forward, my left wrist bared all the weight and I slid down the steps on my back. I bruised the bone on my wrist, shoulder and tailbone but that’s it.

To this day I swear it was my dad that pulled me back.

Another fun fact, my son looks IDENTICAL to my dad. He was born 2 months and 1 day after the 1 year anniversary of my dads death.

Coincidence?

Attached is pictures of me and my almost 2 year old son Trystan :)

You & your son are adorable :)

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lilsprouht:

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lilsprouht:

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