Hey :) I'm whitney. I'm fun-loving, independent, single, and bisexual, feel free to ask me anything i'll answer honestly
you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.
I wish I was a genuinely beautiful person; those people who are beautiful for the way they move, speak, gesture, smile, walk. How they look when they stare at nothing but are seeing everything, the way they resemble a black and white shot; simple but stunning. I wish I was that, very much.
fucking hell my dad was carving the chicken for dinner and all of a sudden i just hear him manically giggling to himself so i fucking go into the kitchen and this is what i fucking find
jesus christ dad what the fuck
with the fake text posts lbr we kno u decapitated a bratz doll for the sad, sad purpose of this post
bring gum and pencil led to school everyday. They will have no choice to like you because they will need you
tips to write college papers
- begin with “buckle your seatbelts, motherfuckers, because in eight short pages i am going to learn u a thing that i only learned myself about two hours ago, so sit down, shut up, and enjoy the experience of my 4-am-redbull-induced-self-hatred-fuelled-writing-extravaganza”
- erase when finished with the paper
OK NO! I DID THIS AND FORGOT TO ERASE IT AND GOT EXTRA CREDIT!