SHUSH. why do you think I’m not?
Reblog if you’re excited!
Hispanic people always call me “Taylor”, and since I live in the South Bronx……
Oh yes. Dayna, Danna, Dona. My name is Dana pronounced day-na not dan-na.
Lamo, Lamwa, Lameye .. LAMOI GOD DAMN IT!
people call me Nicole cus they’re all dumbasses and clearly can’t see there are two T’s in it: Nicollette.
- Hello Kitty: bitches be rockin’ the shit outta fuckin’ CAT. tattoos, earrings, clothes, shoes, bookbags, etc. seriously? no.
- Nicki Minaj: WHY would she be anybody’s idol? what is she doing that’s so inspiring for you to make her your idol? suckin’ mad dick? Idk. she’s wack. get her off my dash.
- Amber Rose: she’s a bald stripper. moving on.
- Lil Wayne: srsly.
ok. so, if this were to be reblogged, someone would tell me that I’m a hater. tell me the fuck why you would call me a hater cus I don’t like any of this shit I jus mentioned. maybe cus you all, who love one or more thing mentioned up there, think those people/that company are your best fucking friends forever and if you don’t defend them, they’re gonna call you out on it. save your time. shutthefuckup. ;D
it’s alright. some days I love it, other days I hate it. most of the time I jus deal with it. my cursive sucks, my print isn’t the best. I get compliments a lot on my handwriting cus it looks like legit handwriting not some fancy ass font like some of these people I know. I know about three boys who’s handwriting is so much better than mine. it makes me sad. I wish my handwriting was exactly how I wanted it, but eh. oh well.
PS: this is the beginning of my 15 day challenge of my handwriting. xD
Why are people on twitter excited about Nicki Minaj’s birthday??
cus apparently people think she matters in this world.
why do i still feel like i can’t go out on a “school night”? lmao
but i think i did okay on it
meeeh. my first sociology exam is Friday. :x
is about to make me blow. shit. up.
October second I will have been on this earth two more years.. After a lot of hospital and pumping. Then more hospital.
I just had to tell someone that not a day goes by that I wish my dad never found me passes out.
I don’t like that you say that. I don’t like that you let the little things get to you. you have far too much in your life that makes you feel like complete shit, like your parents. you don’t need to let Andrew, or whatever else there is out there, get to you. you are an amazing person and an even more amazing best friend. if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had half the most incredible times in my life: ASW concerts, skipping orchestra, going to Starbucks, driving around for no reason, and so, so, so much more. you’re here for a reason, Alexis. whether you believe it or not, God has plans for you. the fact that you want to go to college is a huge fucking deal. it doesn’t matter if your parents are too blind and selfish to see that. you want to do something with you life other than sit at home, working at Payless or being associated with basketball. you’re amazing in your own way. no boy, no hoe, no family member can tell you otherwise. I’ve been around you long enough to know that you aren’t jus living here. you want to exist, so do it. you can’t let something small hold you back when you have everything you need to move forward. you are my best friend and the most amazing person in the world. one day, you’ll find a man who thinks so. one day, your parents will realize this. and one day, you will realize this. don’t ever let yourself think you are nothing or won’t be anything or any of that.
I love you, Alexis. <3 don’t forget that.