Is it bad that me and my boyfriend had dated for 3 weeks and then 2 days after our 3 weeks he broke up with me over text. And I cried for 2 days straight. But now I’m over him and I like someone else. Is it bad that I like someone else??
Good lord, all of us on tumblr should just date eachother
11 million
13 million
R.I.P. to That girl you called a slut in class today. She’s a virgin.
The pregnant girl down the street. She got raped.
The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to suppport his family.
That girl you pushed down the other day. She’s already abused at home.
That girl you called fat….
This is a test to see how many people love them for them not their fame title
i have reblogged this so many times
i honestly would though, they all have such funny personalities, they’re weird and lovable and the biggest dorks ever, i love them more than anything
^^
I got a whole bunch of stuff for Christmas but my favorite was getting 2 r5 shirts, an r5 bracelet, and an r5 necklace. I also got a guitar and a Cody Simpson shirt. I’m so happy. :D
Immortal {Chapter One}
Get off of me. Stop. Leave me alone. GET AWAY
I jolted up. Nightmares. I was probably just think about school, cause… school’s a never ending nightmare. Right? I sighed lightly, resting my hand on my heart, feeling the fast pace and thumps that it made. Thump, thump, thump. My heart was racing a mile a minute, if not more.
As my breathing calmed down I had time to look at the clock resting on the table near my bed. 6:11. I ran my slightly shaky hand through my messy hair, messing it up possibly even more. I pushed the blankets away from my hot body and stepped out of my bed, my warm feet clashing with the coldness of the wooden floor beneath me. Yawning, I stood up and rubbed my eyes, walking towards me closet and grabbing some clothes. A black, laced shirt and a pair of white skinny jeans. I sleepily walked to the en suite, locking the door behind me.
I placed the clothes on the counter and turned around, turning up the shower on hot. I looked in the mirror, lifting up some of my hair slowly with a disgusted look on my face. Do I always look like this? I questioned myself. I shook my head and yawned. I stepped out of my clothes, tossing them in the hamper near the sing. I stepped into the hot shower, the water hitting my skin and gliding down my porcelain skin smoothly. I washed my hair, soap coating my dark hair. With the bar of soap in my hand, I washed my body, getting every little place then setting the bar back on the shower shelf.
I turned the nob, shutting the water off. I opened the curtain slightly, cold air quickly rushing in through the small opening. I reached for the towel hanging on the rack, bringing it to my body and tightly wrapping it around my frame. I stepped out of the shower and mentally face-palmed myself because I forgot to turn the fan on, meaning the mirror was all foggy due to the heat of the shower I had just taken. I sighed and wiped down my body, placing the damp towel back on the rack and reaching for the clothes I had brought into the bathroom. I slipped on my underwear and bra, both matching black lace.
I sighed as I looked in the foggy mirror. Some parts have dried up, the spots that were dry were the spots I never had wanted to see. Ever. My flaws, the little things I hated. The scar near my hip from the time I fell off my bike when I was small, the small patch of stretch marks I had gotten. I sighed again, quickly pulling on my pants and slipping my shirt on, adjusting it as I walked out of the bedroom. I tugged on the hairband around my wrist. I tied up my hair in a ponytail so my shirt wouldn’t get wet.
I kneeled down on the floor next to my closet. I searched for shoes that would match my outfit. I reached for a dark brown box in the back of my closet. Where did these come from? I asked myself, lifting the lid of the box. I pushed passed the pink tissue paper, peeking into the box. I lifted up the boot from the box and smiled. A dark grey pair of combat boots, studded by the tip. I was smiling as I put them on, Thanks Jen, I thought. Jen was my aunt, the one I was living with. She had gotten me these shoes about a week ago, we were shopping for some new clothes when she had quickly gone off to Steve Madden, coming out with a brown box and a big smile on her face.
I stood up and walked around in them a bit. I walked to my dresser, grabbing a brush and running it through my hair. I set the brush down and opened the first drawer, pulling out a purple and black bag. I opened the bag and grabbed the mascara, opening the tube. My mouth opened on instinct as I applied the layer of mascara to my already long eyelashes. I applied the same amount to the other side, quickly shutting the tube and putting it back in the bag. I pulled out a container of light brown eyeshadow, swiping the brush on the lid of my eye. I sighed as I placed the eyeshadow back in the bag, grabbing a tube of lipgloss and putting a small amount on my bottom lip. I smacked my lips together, puckering the so the gloss spread equally on both the top and bottom.
I smiled in the mirror before heading to the bathroom. Make-up, check. Clothes, check. Hair… I turned on my hair curler, brushing my hair until the iron got hot. I set down the brush and picked up the iron. I hummed a series of songs as I lightly curled the ends of my hair, making it a bit wavy. Gotta look fresh on your first day, right?
I smiled and turned off all the lights, in my room, bathroom, everywhere. I grabbed my tote bag and walked downstairs, grabbing my phone off the charger before I left. I scrolled through my twitter as I walked down the stairs. Of course, clumsy me! I stumbled down the stairs, ending up on my knees when I was at the end of the stairs. I chuckled and shut off my phone and I hid my head in my legs.
“Alex!” My Aunt yelled, chuckling in the background “Get up and eat!” The radio was playing a song, not too loud though. If I can recall it was the overplayed song ‘Call Me Maybe’. Although I was overplayed, I sang aloud. I was annoying Jen, and I knew it. I looked up at Jen and lip-synced the words to her, while she did the same, making funny face along with it. I giggled a bit down on the toast that she had gave me. I spread a thin layer of jelly on the toast, eating it.
“Aunt Jen! Can I take your car?” I asked, jingling the keys to her Audi in my hand. I smirked as she sighed, turning off the stove and looking at me, wiping her hands on a tea towel.
She rolled her eyes and nodded “Yea… I guess.”
My eyes grew wide “For real!” I shouted. I honestly didn’t think she’d let me drive it. She nodded and smiled. I ran up to her, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek much too many times. “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!” I sang, pulling away and running to grab my tote bag. “I’m gonna be late, but thanks Jen! Your the best!” I ran to her and kissed her cheek one last time before running out of the house, lightly squealing.
“Don’t Run over anything or anyone! Don’t scratch it either!” she called from the door as I got into the car, the leather seats making me smile. I nodded vigorously, sticking the keys in the ignition.
“Thank you!” I yelled one more time, smiling and pulling out of the driveway.
