Through Broken Glass

Walking a fine line between what is right and what is real! Just a Hollywood girl with dreams bigger than her eyes. I am a 23 year young, vegetarian, with a thirst for adrenaline.

thorthor1234 said: Not a question

Not an answer….or is it?

It’s national crush day, who ever sends you a ‘♥’ has a crush on you.

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phew guys calm down.

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cokemoves:

lmfaoooooooo

cokemoves:

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senseiyunglord:

I don’t reblog food like that but.. this shit look hella good..

senseiyunglord:

I don’t reblog food like that but.. this shit look hella good..

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Write me a TBH (To be Honest), stating an honest fact or thought you feel about me. Or just something honest you wanna say to me. Start the sentence off with “Tbh”.

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joser52 said: This isn't a question i just wanted to let you know you're beautiful & hope you have a great day ☺️

Awww thank you so much. You are so sweet. You too doll

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Anonymous said: Heyy you are beautiful, my goodness lol but I just moved out to LA got any some tips for a new resident?

Always take time to people watch. L.a. has a lot to offer, you just gotta find those “special places” that only you can connect with. Also thank you so much

Sticks and stones and weed and bongs.

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“Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.”

—   "Drunk Texts are Flattering" by Claire Luisa (via claire-luisa)

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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”

because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think

he could reach the kitchen.

—   Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via observando)

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