A TEXT POST

Here’s the thing

I do smoke weed sometimes, i get loud and raunchy and sometime angry. I like to go through phases of liking things then drop them as if they never meant anything. I like sex, raw sex, hard unrelenting iwantyousofuckingbad sex, i want passion. Im no angel. Im a Dark angel. I pray to my goddesses (and gods) im a dreamer and I like to dream that i can run away. Find something new. I want you to know me and accept everything about me because you cant change it, im not your girlfriend. Im not the girl your parents would approve of. I have dark thoughts and stay up for days and wonder about everything. I like to make kandi, and not eat for days on end and then shovel food in my mouth like no tomorrow. I like strange music and finding friends and being loved. I want to be held some nights and some nights i dont want you or anyone near me. Im fucking loyal. But im also fucking scared. You dont just make friends with me. You become one of my best friends and i hold on to you for dear life, i dont fit into your pretty little social norms. I am unique and wild and extravagant, i am unwilling to do what you say. I am fragile but fierce. I am the night air at 2 a.m. the chill you feel. I am dark thoughts and ranting words. I am quiet. I am loud. I am everyfuckingthing and nothing at all. I am that girl who sleeps in class and barely passes and iam also that hard worker. I am physical. I am intimate. I am happy and angry and so fucking done. I am intelligent. I know things. And hear and see and i watch as everything around me happens. I know things you dont. I am a closed window and an open book. I am a hypocrite and contradiction. I like secrets. But i hate them too… i am a dark angel. A shooting star. A princess-no- a fucking queen. I am yours and mine. I am me. Rose. Sarhia. Ashley Anne. I am all. But none

A TEXT POST

bikinipowerbottom:

"She’s really pretty for a black girl"

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“He’s really cool for a gay guy”

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“She’s doing really well for a woman”

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Reblogged from fuck ro dah
A PHOTO
Reblogged from fuck ro dah
A PHOTO

tattooedbeautieslove:

So flipping cute

Reblogged from Amazing Scene
A PHOTO

myfitnesscrush:

You can succeed…you will succeed. Just believe in you.

Reblogged from No More Excuses
A TEXT POST

lindsaylohansmugshot:

*puts on leather jacket* i really love that band arctic monkeys *lights cigarette* have you ever heard that song “Do I Wanna Know?” Probably not haha theyre really indie

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A TEXT POST

kalikardashian:

thelilnan:

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE

OKAY

AJAX SOAP

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THEIR SLOGAN IS “STRONGER THAN GREASE”

AND I WAS LIKE OKAY YEAH MAKES SENSE FOR A DISH SOAP- WAIT

AJAX WAS A GREEK SOLDIER RENOWNED FOR HIS STRENGTH

AJAX IS STRONGER THAN ALL OF GREECE

someone who worked at ajax has literally waited 66 years for you to get this

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So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
Photoshopped world
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.

And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.

Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.

Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
fuels knowledge,
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
before school,
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.

We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.

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