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Jess Ri
1:43 a.m.
Vanquish - Battle Of The Bands
Ernie Ball proudly presents Battle Of The Bands!
VOTE FOR THIS SICKENING METAL BAND FOR BATTLE OF THE BANDS IN DETRIOT. BE AWESOME BECAUSE AWESOME ALWAYS WINS
I’m a cold-hearted nasty bitch with claws
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1.PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES
DO NOT LISTEN WITHOUT HEADPHONES!!!!
2.PRESS PLAY
3.CLOSE YOUR EYES
ENJOY A VIRTUAL HAIRCUT.
DO IT NOW.
THIS IS LITERALLY LIFE CHANGING
Woah, I actually got chills when he whispered
That was the biggest mindfuck I’ve ever experienced. Not even kidding.
oh my fucking god I don’t even know how to describe this. The world was so simple before I listened to this.
OMFG
COMPLETELY FREAKY!!!
I have never experienced such a weird thing in my life.
(Source: awesomaticeric)
I have such a huge lady crush on this girl on my floor. If I could describe my perfect girl, it’d be her. Cute attitude, perfectly curved lips, and a great ass. We have the same taste in bands and her piercings and tattoos and so sexy. I love walking in on her half naked!
Is it killing you like it’s killing me?
Wishing and wanting the same thing?
Talk to me, Hold me, and kiss me?
Let me tell you something, it stopped killing me months ago.
There’s nothing left for you here.
So just go.
Here, my goodbye letter to a lonely ghost.
This is for you, the boy who said he would wait. Silly you, you’re no Amelia Pond.
Anonymous Asked:
Do you post yourself?
Do I post myself?
Meaning: I post some original? yes
I sometimes reblog people.
Editorial illustration ‘Not enough fashionable for her’ for Grazia magazine in France.
he’ll show he cares with a lie.
you’ll show you care when you cry.
alas, he’ll never give you a reply.
Instead, you’ve decided to say goodbye.
He stole a kiss.
Something you’ll miss.
His heart was just an abyss.
He made you slit your wrist.
A few years ago already?
It’s been almost two years since the Miss Guam World 2011 pageant. As a former contestant, I look back now and reminisce the memories. There were so many people who supported and rooted for me as well as people who just wanted to see if I’d fall flat on my face wearing those glitzy eight inch heels. It was a great experience and I still think it is (if someone were to join this year or later on). The organization boasts about women being strong and independent role models hence why I joined. It was inspirational and a great way to see myself in a different light. It’s a once in lifetime thing for girls like me. It was clear that a girl of my physical appearance and background had a long shot of winning such an title. They found what they were looking for a young, sexy, thin, and smart girl (who had experience in pageantry already). It was fair game, but what I didn’t enjoy was the shallow personalities who rooted for me. On the outside, they showed such kindness and support, but on the inside they believed in nothing of me. It hurt because instead of lying to my face, I would’ve preferred a straight answer. Instead of sulking about it, I wanted to prove these people wrong for misjudging who I am! I did a fashion show nearly blind (because I didn’t have contacts), I strutted my butt down that runway without a damn about the world. I was in shining light, but it almost felt like a double meaning. I went in blind, without knowing. It was equally frustrating experiencing negative feed back. You could hear excitement for each girl, each girl, but me. I was hurt in a way, but I realized I am beautiful in my own way and I’m smart. I’m going somewhere and it wasn’t completely necessary for me to have to join a pageant to prove it. It was an experience, an opportunity, and a risk. What came of it you ask? Well, I gained inside knowledge of true intentions of pageant life, new friends, new perspectives, and respect. No one believed I was going to go through with this until I did. Until I got up on that stage and they announced my name, age, village, etc, no one believed in me (well, maybe my friends, but they were equally in disbelief the first few months.) In conclusion, people can be jerks, but hell that’s what life is. A game of life filled with jerks and risks. It’s up to you to decide how you want to handle it.
