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Veronika-18-Norway Tattoo enthusiastic little Monster with a love for: Acting, road trips, psychology, cuddling, art, travelling, the dark and TV shows.

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fuckyeah-bill:

What I’ve got time for:

•Tumblr
•Youtube
•????
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•Food
•Movies

What I don’t have time for:

•Homework
•School
•Life
•That

penaz:

go straight until you hit the light then turn gay

Reblog If You Grew Up With This

sanityscraps:

youaresosmall:

jumpushfall:

jumpushfall:

a-pretty-optimistic-pessimist:

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NOT this:

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kids these days are so spoiled

when i was your age we had an animated disney castle intro

and we had to walk uphill both ways to see it

Barefoot, in the snow

Running away from velociraptors

AND WE WERE THANKFUL.

“You are the only person I want to talk to everyday. I want to wake up and turn to see your sleeping face. I want to stay in bed and cuddle for as long as possible. Take showers together, get dressed together, brush our teeth. I want to drive each other’s cars just because. Let’s go out for brunch or breakfast before work. I want date nights and random trips to random places. I want movies on the couch and baking and cooking together. I want 2am can’t sleep confessions and 5pm I’m exhausted from this life fights. I want your attitude and I want intellectual conversations at 8pm over a good book. I want 10pm sex till we fall asleep and then 3am sex when the insomnia is at it’s peak. I don’t want perfection. I don’t want a fairytale. All I want is you. Because even if all things are going bad, and the whole world is crumbling around us. None of that matters if I have my best friend by my side.”

M. Soles (via l-amour-cest-tout)

“My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(via curious-andcuriouser)