These are my awards. From army.
It’s snack time on Maddie’s boobs at 1420 this afternoon, while we watch Betty Boop and Friends.
It’s that charmed life.
So AJ is doing a zombie pin-up photo shoot thing tomorrow and I’m trying to throw something together and I may have landed on it but I do not know.
meow. i don’t know. something along these lines. i have too many options. might night be able to wear the cardigan thingy. but. meowwwww. hair comes tomorrow!
im in the ballet. yes? no. no i am not.
Porkchops with apple and almond stuffing, green beans with lemon and almonds and Naan bread, OMNOMNOM. Plus Italian Grapefruit Soda, SO GOOD AT LIFE. (Also, the porkchop is stuffed with the stuffing. HEYOOOO.)
cute new bra cute new bra, lalala lalala
Dress on the first day of school.
DON’T GIVE A FUCK FLANNEL ON THE SECONNNNNND.
Yeh boo.
No fucks.
Hoola hoopin in the living room. Takin pictures of it.
You can see my creative attempt at drying my clothes in the background.
No breakfast, just hoopin.
(you can totally see my boobies poppin out there, WEE. Best morning activity ever.
Yes, I secretly took pictures, slathered in sunshine, while writing in only a cardigan as the sex thing slept in the other room.
Cloud City is on the internet.
So good. All of it.
……..and yes. Those are breasts. FUCK THIS, I’M ON TUMBLR. I DON’T CAYURRRR.
My stepmom took me out yesterday to buy “conservative” clothes at J.Jill. It’s an “I’m a grown up” store.
Things were actually cute.
Except then my tits just turned them slutty.
THERE’S NO ESCAPING THIS SHIT.
He told me my figure was a Hollywood ideal.
He told me my curves were classic.
He told me I was a Marilyn.
He then traced the entirety of me.
I finally felt like I was made as something beautiful. Without the razzle dazzle and the beauty pens.
I don’t know if you understand how difficult this can be to accomplish, but it is.
And I know all of that mess about what’s inside and loving yourself no matter what. I don’t need reassurance on the regular from anybody else. I can force myself to believe anything, even if I feel disgusting on the regular. But normally I just get “great ass” or “nice tits” or “……you’re bangin”.
This was so eloquent. It was different. And I felt beautiful. Finally. So I smiled and we both got goosebumps and it was an actual moment. Touching.
When you’re so hip that your computer wants to show you and your audience twice how hip you are by reflecting your hip appearance in your glasses.
THAT’S NOT ANNOYING AT ALL. I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
Going to the rally at the capitol with Nanerz (rottenapplepie.tumblr.com)
SOMETIMESIAMAPROSTITUTE.
