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My name is Rea Ashworth. I’m 18. I had my son, Bentley Troy when I was 15. I also post about a miscarriage I had in september 2012. My angel up in heavens name is Journeys. I’m Native American I’m also a puller, 5 years strong. I’m an awkward person and I like to rant about my life..
Psttt. I always follow back
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raddlest:

nerdjpg:

do mermaids get high off of sea weed

mermaids dont exist

thegabbers:

crystallized-teardrops:

sometimes i forget that i’ll have to pay for internet in the future

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vixio:

why is underwear so expensive like wtf its a sheet of fabric that covers ur dinky doo 

caputdraconis:

aktx:

tarntino:

me: *sees a white boy* *locks my car doors*

white boy: *knocks on window* what would you be doing if I was in there with you ;)

cutejewishgirl:

i can’t wait for my grandchildren to wish they lived in the era of beyoncé

proctalgia:

girls dont want you to be nice to them because they’re girls they want you to be nice to them because they’re human beings and you should be nice to everyone wtf is wrong with you

officialjeffgoldblum:

emasculate:

teenbitch:

WHAT

i honestly love this more than anything in the world

i thought this was a joke but i googled it and it’s real

caseyanthonyofficial:

drunktrophywife:

caseyanthonyofficial:

drunktrophywife:

Is it illegal to have sex in a dressing room

I’ve gotten in trouble for jerking it in one so

But is it
illegal

I jerked off in a dressing room do I sound like a lawyer

(Source: drunktrophywife)

unclefather:

dekutree:

the only nude i wanna see from u is ur nude teeth shining through your lips as you smile a great, big smile from a beautiful day filled with happiness <3

yea well i wanna see a tity 

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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

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- Another Piece About You  (via suchvodka)

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