My aunt just left for work.
I’m still awake.
I have to model tomorrow morning.
I’m still awake.
My twitter, IG & tumblr feed is dead.
I’m still awake.

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Been on an infused water kick. 
Watermelon + cucumber + lemon + mint

I love this photo

I was going through photos from this time last year.

I feel like the things that happened, happened longer than a year ago. I did allot of exciting things last year.

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So I guess none of my other tattoos did this, but they weren’t as big as this one.
But this this morning when I showered my ribs had this slimy black ink/plasma all over them.
It was like black snot.
It was gross.
I wanted to share.

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I will always love the false image I had of you. (via expiry)

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*thinks about you*

*doesn’t text you*

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That one time with illogic. @illogic #illogic #ewwjalanis


wearing all black today to mourn the death of my motivation

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I drink too much coffee.
I like early mornings.
I love blunts on the beach.
I’m bad at texting.
I have my head in the stars but my feet are grounded.

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Weeks are ending faster and faster but every Monday I wish it was Friday.

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i made a blogspot because i feel that tumblr is just mindless reblogging. Its a good place to dump all of my work though (see here).

On my blog ill talk about my projects and work, more in depth, i guess…whatever that means. 

But i want to make it a really cool beauty blog. I mean, i am a makeup artist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I have allot of cool tips and tricks for makeup and stuff. 

basically tumblr is good for photos, but now that i found my voice i have allot to say.

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Never post these but this is spot on
I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

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Honestly, the writing on this show is EPIC.

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