Curiosity.

Anonymous asked: damn, should've back before you had one

Who are you?

If I was a rich woman, I would not be snobby or boastful. I would not have a penthouse in NYC or a summer mansion in Italy. If I was a wealthy woman I would live my life as one of any ordinary middle-class working citizen. To me, self satisfaction is more important than social standing. The only thing that would change would be the enormous pressure I’ve been bearing on my shoulders for the past nine years. I’d be able to afford my monthly mortgage, car payments, electric bills, and so on. Sure once in a while I’d treat my self to a nice shopping spree or a manicure but I LIKE shopping at thrift stores and I am perfectly capable of doing my own nails. I wouldn’t be any different of a person than I am today. Maybe I’d just be a little bit more relaxed, secure, and less aggressive. Maybe I’d take care of myself and stop beating myself up for things that are out of my control. Maybe I’d be happier. They say you can’t buy happiness. The happiness I long for is not the kind you get when you buy physical items-no. I want re-assurance. I want to have a back-up plan. I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I don’t want to wake up every single morning and wonder if today’s the day that the bank will take my house or my car. I don’t want to wake up and wonder if today is the day I’ll find a job….or if anything a boyfriend.

Central park

Summer 2010

/fat

I’ve always wanted a colorful tattoo,

but I wouldn’t know what to get,

and I wouldn’t trust myself to pick something that looks good.

Black & White is just so much easier.

Anonymous asked: i want to fuck you

I am so up for it…my boyfriend might not be as enthusiastic though.

sorry love <3

doctorkane:

can someone tell “Gotye” to go get a name that everyone can pronounce

Gotye means eat butt in Turkish btw :)

Quick Story

About three months ago I forgot my password to tumblr.

I tried five hundred and sixty three times to get in, but my efforts were useless.

I gave it a shot again today, and I got it on the first try.

Oh man.

I really need someone other than my cousin to talk to.

I need to talk about things that I’ve been thinking about for the past four months. I’ve always told my cousin these things but she’s gotten tired of hearing it, and I’ve gotten tired of her not caring.

Cross processing every photo you take is not artsy, it’s annoying.