dreamful thoughts
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Kristina is the name, i love to dance and sing, i love photography,ive got a bird and a dog they both annoy me but i love em. i dream of going to paris and las vages when i get older. Ive been living for 15 years and throughout my years ive met some great friends. im very outgoing and enjoy peoples company. i cant stand drama or when people start it, i can be very cranky in the mornings, but i soon brighten up later on in the day. i enjoy food yet im a size 0. i have many passions that i love to do which includes painting,dancing,singing,photoraphry. :)
and i always follow back :)
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If you’re bored with life, if you don’t get up every morning with a burning desire to do things - you don’t have enough goals. -Lou Holtz TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)
My mom taught me something about relationships when I was growing up. She told me to never be the one to love the other person more. I always thought that was odd. That was until I saw how my mom loved my dad more and let him leave bruises on her skin. That was until I found my best friend drunk, bleeding on her bathroom floor, because the boy she loved more broke her heart and left. That’s why when I start to fall I catch myself. I don’t want to be the one to love more because I’ve seen what that does to people. Oh, but god do I love you more. (via justviviann)
triggeringconfessions:

Submit Your Own Confessions To My Ask Box

triggeringconfessions:

Submit Your Own Confessions To My Ask Box

weres-your-heart:

Anyone who reblogs this or likes it I will write your blog/name down on a piece of paper and when I feel like relapsing over anything I will pick a name and message you.

weres-your-heart:

Anyone who reblogs this or likes it I will write your blog/name down on a piece of paper and when I feel like relapsing over anything I will pick a name and message you.

mending-my-soul:

Game over. pe We Heart It.

mending-my-soul:

Game over. pe We Heart It.

I have this hope that maybe I could find my escape by cutting open my skin, and bleeding out this sadness within. i.c. // dead end escape (via delicatepoetry)
If I had a drink for every fuck I give I’d be one sober mother fucker, but if I had a drink for every fuck I gave about her, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death. (via justliveyolyfe)

im still in between kinda accepting my body and wanting to starve myself for weeks i dont know 


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caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

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