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odd and with too many feels

Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?

If you drink enough vodka, it begins to taste like love…

Due to recent budget cuts, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.

My biggest achievement is that I love myself more than I hate myself.

I'm not a psycho, I just like psychotic things.

Laughing, making-out and sex burns calories, being with me might just turn into a workout.

I post everything I feel like posting including some of my own writing, so if you would like to see them, good luck finding them ;)

My other blog(18+): 555andanother111foryou.tumblr.com

Enjoy

notlikeiusedtobe:

Henna 💖 on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/128908142

hennamendhi:

Bridal Henna - by me!

handsonhenna.com

Best henna design

"I’ve gone years trying to erase my heritage, to hide it from the eyes of my white peers, because all my life I’ve been taught white is beautiful, white is better, white is right.
I disrespected my own mother, not letting her speak to my friends when she came to visit at school, out of fear they’d ridicule her accent. I told her I hated the lunches she made for me, when I actually really loved them only because my white peers would scrunch up their noses at the unfamiliar smell.
I tried for years to hide my culture, never stepping out of the house in traditional garb unless it was absolutely dire, unless a white gaze wouldn’t touch me, staring at the foreignness. I’d never let my mother oil my hair out of fear that the remaining shine would make my white peers think my hair was as dirty as my brown skin.
I’ve gone years avoiding the sun, never letting it tan my skin, because the lighter I was, the better. Lighter was beautiful. Lighter was white. White was right.
I’ve gone years wishing I could clean my tongue of the language of my people, that my accent sounded just like my white peers, that they never knew I spoke a second language.
Years later I’m finally accepting my culture, my traditions, my heritage. Years later I’m finally on the path to loving my brown skin, not caring if I tan, eating whatever the hell I want for lunch, reviving the language dying upon my tongue, and accepting that my culture is my own, and it’s different, and that it’s something to be proud of and not something to hide.
Only to have that culture I’ve struggled and finally managed to love so dearly be thrown back in my face after being used and reused, it’s meaning lost on the white skin of it’s abusers.
Only to be told that my own culture looks better on that white skin anyway.
Only to be reminded that no matter how hard I try, my skin will always be dirty next to the clean white of my peers."

-On being told that mehendi looked better on white skin than it did on mine. (via spoopylokis)

japhers:

silly comic with vampires and their human make-up artist friends

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clivas:

Hollisters electricity bill must be like $1 a month

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hornyspice:

People who actually buy music from iTunes.
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ahscircus:

american horror story blog

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the-king-of-butts:

how did i even live with the reblog button at the top of the post

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titytwochainz:

every family got a plastic bag full of plastic bags

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thewalkingwhatever:

superblys:

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his head wasnt in the game

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