Primadonna-Marina and the Diamonds
May 2012
omg when people i don’t know like that picture of me and jack i know they are liking it because they are in love with jack and are currently pasting their own face over mine
i’m onto you bitches
NO THAT’S SOMEBODY ELSE
I MEAN TECHNICALLY SPEAKING I DON’T KNOW BUT THAT’S JACK I WAS TALKING ABOUT SOME BITCH FROM AMHERST
publishing because aldskfjldsfk;Ladsfjlajkdlafklfjad
where is jacY

i need to get really fit and tan
not sure if i want to be ~hot~ for summer or just want to
look like
korra
every time people i know on tumblr meet each other a single tear rolls down my cheek followed by like 40 more tears
so
this happened

I CAN’T STOP EATING
physically incapable of acting moderately normal when my best friend comes over
i launched myself over the couch pretending to attack my dad and she stood there awkwardly
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I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.” —
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion.
(via blua)
oh my gosh
(via erikawithac)
2005:
Present:
- dad: you can't marry an animated character
- me:
- me:
- me: i think you need to go
April 2012
when you’re in the shower schlicking and the radio’s on and just when it’s getting good suddenly chris brown comes on the radio and you dry up so fast your vagina feels like camp green lake from holes

