I'm a twenty-one year old fatty bratty femme queer poly aquarian feminist killjoy with an adventurous mind and a vulnerable heart. I love to drive, write, smoke weed and drink root beer. briana//21//atlanta

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Tired of feeling and looking sick, good thing I have control over one of those things! #flu2014

Tired of feeling and looking sick, good thing I have control over one of those things! #flu2014

This rain is boo boo ☔️💦💧 #self

This rain is boo boo ☔️💦💧 #self

Going through my self folder, feeling ridiculously nostalgic.

I am ugly tired half-asleep on my dog.

I am ugly tired half-asleep on my dog.

I super duper hate putting my face on at 11 pm, just for my plans to fall through. Especially when I got my hopes up for them, so here’s a fucking fed-up selfie.

I super duper hate putting my face on at 11 pm, just for my plans to fall through. Especially when I got my hopes up for them, so here’s a fucking fed-up selfie.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep

I need to order my smoothie king. I’m at the fucking club right now.
written by Some bitch. (via puffsawaynoregrets)
puffsawaynoregrets:

In serious pain.

god dammit 

puffsawaynoregrets:

In serious pain.

god dammit 

one of those nights

one of those nights

~nightly toke~
not givin a fuck bout you dusty hoez

~nightly toke~

not givin a fuck bout you dusty hoez

nightly toke

nightly toke

🔚

🔚

Take me back to this night. Before I ever got myself in over my head. 
Happy new year.
nightly toke

nightly toke

daedazer:

Drinks w babylove and company @bbgun44  (at The Old Pal)

daedazer:

Drinks w babylove and company @bbgun44 (at The Old Pal)