I should not be feeling this sick after three drinks last night.

I’m laying on the passenger seat with my feet on the dashboard and my head out the door. It’s so hot and I regret the decision to sit in the car while dad goes to a doctors appointment.


you know that quiet girl in class?

yeah she goes home and makes fun of you all on tumblr

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As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I take a look at my life and realise there’s nothing left.

"'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'
‘The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.
You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.
The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.
You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’"

"I’ve gained some weight but you don’t care.
And when you look at me,
I see the same hunger in your eyes as that first night.
My body’s stretched and I’m self conscious about the markings
but you still run your fingers across my hips with no hesitation.
I don’t know if I’m beautiful but I know that you think so."


(Source: nc-17, via ashdorables)


I’m mentally ill I will never find a normal relationship or be good for someone I make them love me until they hate me and that’s one of my worst traits

nchtknd asked:
I just read your description and OMG FORENSICS! Would you mind telling me how it is to study it?

The forensic component of my course doesn’t commence until 2015, but for those whom struggle academically, like me, math and chemistry is incredibly taxing and requires quite a lot of study. That aside, working in the laboratory and playing with chemicals is enriching. I can’t see myself in any other profession.

Thank you for the tornado of (six) people that started following me, mucho appreciato.
Update: Seven.

My second tattoo was supposed to be a tribute to Amy Winehouse. I wanted a lightning bolt on my wrist just like she had, but now I’ve decided I want a portrait of her face.

princesslameo asked:
I'm not trying to be rude (just see where you're coming from) what about the glorification of people who ended/ ruined lives seems to be a good idea to you?


its not glorification. 
do you see me ever saying “yay killing people is fun” or that the men on my arms are cool?

YOU are glorifying them. not me. all you people saying i’m glorifying them, you’re the ones glorifying it. not me. i’m simply expressing myself, expressing my fascination with the deranged, expressing myself. 

you people are so fucking ridiculous. shoving not just words but opinions on others. you don’t know shit about me. or my tattoos. or the people on my arm. or the victims of those people. you don’t even give a fuck about them. you didn’t know them. you didn’t cry for them. you didn’t even know they existed. you just see the word “serial killer” and think “aww DA BAD MANNNNNN”… but you don’t know shit.


Drugs Under The Microscope

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Anonymous asked:
I'd love to see a "video diary" about your day

~`◆♡`LeAvE mE aLoNe`♡◆`~

I’m so lucky.


Adriaan van de Spiegel and Giulio Casseri: De humani corporis fabrica libri decem

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