May 2012
women don't have to:
- be thin
- have a vagina
- give birth
- cook for you
- have long hair
- wear makeup
- have sex with you
- be feminine
- be graceful
- shave
- be white
- diet
- be fashionable
- wear pink
- love men
- be the media’s idea of perfection
- listen to your bullshit
Cause I’m proud of my life, and the things that I have done. Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become. You’re free to whine, it will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar.
I just love to see you smile.
Shit.
Nothings makes sense, so I won’t think about it. I’ll go with the ignorance. Eat, sleep, fuck, and flee in four words that’s me. I’m full of indifference.
Ask away!
1: Favorite Color
2: Last Kiss
3: Virgin?
4: Future Plans
5: If I could be any animal, which one would I be and why?
6: How many people have I hooked up with?
7: Birthday
8: Height
9: Relationship status
10: Favorite blog on Tumblr
11: Hobbies/Interests
12: Pets?
13: What did I do last weekend?
14: What I look for in someone i’m interested in
15: Favorite food
16: Any other question you want
Reblog if you want one of these in your askbox:
- A compliment
- A story
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- One thing you want to know about me
Talk shit to me or something.
I’m bored.
Tiffaniaz.tumblr.com/ask
I can’t stop having flashbacks to this time last year. Graduating high school, my friends at the time, my boyfriend at the time, my 18th birthday, my first tattoo, and my first job. I’m so nostalgic that I kind of wanna cry. I’ve come so far and changed so much. Here’s to another summer and another year.
Easiest way to make my heart drop, seeing your face.
Evan and I have regressed to our childhood. We’ve watched Jumanji and now we’re watching Stuart Little.
I’m watching the little rascals. Suck it.
I feel like I'm losing it.
Like I’m not good enough for anyone and like no one cares.
Damn, this is a good feeling…
Relationships are Harder Now,
Because conversations became texting, arguments became phone calls, feelings became subliminal messages online, sex became easy, the word “love” gets used out of context, insecurities have become your way of thinking, getting jealous became a habit, trust has been lost, cheating became an accident, leaving became the only option & being hurt became natural.
Fuck.
