That awkward moment when you get to a work dinner and realize that your breasts have some how grown since the last time you wore the dress you have one and you are acutely aware of often often you are pulling up a) the dress and b) the bandeau underneath it.
Trying to not lean over was a hassle and a half.
Oh. My. God.
I can not even handle the level of fantastic that this is.
already thought about this
Okay, this is adorable.
(Source: youwearwhite)
I keep thinking that I want my next pieces on my thighs but I’m also thinking shins. Oh, the choices.
(Source: capekalaska, via jasmine-blu)
UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH OH MY GOD
I wish I had tattoo art skills.
(Source: n-bombnyc)
Growing up, there was always the odd person who would hear my name and ask if I had heard of Sylvia Plath. Being that I was about seven-years-old when I was first asked this question, the answer was no, and after asking my mum about her, I was relieved to not be named after her. Now that I’m older, I’m still kinda happy that she’s not my namesake but I was actually named after a hotel …. so ya.
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