Originally from Illinois.
Schooling in Michigan.
Soccer balls. Red Tulips.
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It’s like one of those loves you can’t find anywhere else… He doesn’t believe me when I say I love him… I really do. I want him in my life. I want him to meet my whole family each and every one of them. I want to live my life with him at my side… But I always fuck up.
He’s going to leave…. They always leave…
Come over. We’ll eat that ice cream we bought a week ago and watch a movie or just lay together… Anything…
No it won’t… I fucked up… I fucked up really bad…
I just want HIM.
I can’t help it… My thoughts are eating me away…
I’m so glad I took off my mascara this time…
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**Edited and added, since now I can say it without crying.*
My Dad committed suicide on January 13, 2013. He suffered from depression for 10 years, and I was lucky to have him around as long as I did. In his honor I got the last thing he wrote to me on my bicep in his handwriting in blue ink, his favorite color. I’ll miss him forever, and now I’ll have a reminder that he loves me every time I look in the mirror.
I just saw this in the tattoo tag but arrrghehfdhsuih I just wanna hug you, this is such a special tattoo.
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