the most interesting things i say are in my tags, not in my posts. i talk shit. a lot of shit. about everything. i'm judgmental of tv and movies and my life, but not of others. i like to help people as much as i can and i'm an extremely passionate person, which means i care a lot. sometimes i wish i didn't care so much and sometimes i'm thankful for it. i'm thankful for my friends and everyone who has stood by me through everything. i talk a lot. i rant a lot. i hate a lot. but i also love a lot. i reblog a lot of posts about fashion and about sex. and also whatever looks interesting. i love followers.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
i really just want to get married and have babies
and finish school and all that, but i really do want to find a good guy that wants to marry me (and that i want to marry, of course) and start a family. it’s all i’ve ever wanted.
so, why is it, that so many people i know just want to fuck around and date yet they’re the ones that always find guys and it’s so hard for me to find someone who wants to even DATE me let alone marry me.
i don’t know what makes me such a shitty person.
“Let’s get a picture of our feet!” “How can we tell if they’re smiling?” Happy send off, Jaime! #personal #pics (Taken with instagram)
“group hug!” “awww, look at all our feet” “lets take a picture!” “don’t get our heads in the picture!” hahahaha
love this one<3
laur came to visit me yesterday!
finally back home at my own house
and it feels super weird.
and a little lonely.
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as far as my physical being, i’m okay.
emotionally, i don’t know if i can be.
we definitely spent a ton of time at the pool
i got a bit of a sunburn, but most of it has already turned into a tan. LOVE IT.
i miss vegas already. I WANNA GO BACKKK.
saturday morning, hungover as fuck, laying out by the pool
there’s a ducky in the pool!
bored, waiting for the valet to bring the car around so that we can get the rest of the alcohol that we left in there
our souvenir Flamingo cups
drinking out by the pool
our souvenir Eiffel Tower drinks from Paris
i’m pretty sure this is also in our hotel room when we were getting ready
in our hotel room getting ready to go out to KOI
i think i’ve officially hit rock bottom. i just seriously thought “i wish i still cut myself.” WHO DOES THAT? especially after not throwing up for a month. do i just wish harm on myself? i suppose that could explain the people i surround myself with…
