Lucy
Nineteen|New York
Professional Fuck Up

And extremely pretty.


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Anonymous: Why does such a cute body artist like yourself don't do full body shots? Like show what's in between ur legs long with them sexy legs

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1 month ago

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jaclcfrost:

[listens to a fall out boy song] yes this is my favorite [listens to another fall out boy song] this is also my favorite [listens to every fall out boy song] yes, my favorite

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1 month ago

musicalblogging:

Vampire Weekend l I Stand Corrected

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Vampire Weekend l I Stand Corrected

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2 months ago

amandadarling:

Amanda Darling

Photo - Cesar Lepe
For project, #HAIRANDI
By Sal Salcedo

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Simethicone. Mylanta. Things that have no meanings to others but bring me back the worst time in my life. 

I’ve always wanted to be a writer, I’ve always had something in me that felt that I’ve had a story to tell. But I cannot always form the words that flow through my head. I get ideas and ideas to write, but never when I can write— when I’m at a light and I jot down notes, abbreviations that I can’t get back to.

I think that’s why I like reading autobiographies so much. I like reading about hardships because it brings me closer to mine.

It feels like I’ve lived another when I was struggling with my eating disorder and was going through treatment. I try to push that time away, it’s so hard to remember and I try to suppress it as much as I can. But than again, I’m not even sure if that’s intentional or a defense mechanism. I was so damaged, hurt, scared, and not nearly half the person I am today and it’s never spoken of. I sometimes wish it was— not necessarily in a good or bad way, just reminded of because it was a huge chunk of me. As much as I hate to say my eating disorder was my identity, it was me. I completely separated myself from that, but still after two years I do miss it. I never see myself going back and I’m one of the few lucky ones that got out alive and I’m so thankful because I worked so hard. There’s just still that missing identity I never got back. I work on myself everyday. Who I am, who I want to be, but it took everything away from me and years later I’m still trying to figure out who the fuck I am. It’s draining. I get stuck in cycles of sadness and I just hope that one day it’ll be gone. I love myself and all the things I’ve accomplished, I can proudly say that, but man, I’d love for the sadness to end.   


whatever happened to body glitter? what ever happened to body glitter? why are we so afraid to shine

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