Fine Lives
Tessa Ana Flores
14
the style of my blog is my life so thats why it's different than all of yours. and a 100 more adjectives.
"The body is meant to be seen not all covered up." Marilyn Monroe
Tessa Ana Flores
14
the style of my blog is my life so thats why it's different than all of yours. and a 100 more adjectives.
"The body is meant to be seen not all covered up." Marilyn Monroe
Harrison Ford is so attractive to me, Indiana Jones marathon. but actually his face it’s like perfect and his body and everything. Indiana Jones/Harrison Ford is my hero, he’s fucking awesome.
Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
And aim for my heart
If you feel like
And take me away and make it OK
I swear I’ll behave
Take me by the tongue
And I’ll know you
Kiss me ‘til you’re drunk
And I’ll show you
I don’t need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I’ll own you
Maybe it’s hard
When you feel like you’re broken and scarred
Nothing feels right
But when you’re with me
I’ll make you believe
That I’ve got the key
i’m so sorry if i came off rude, i didn’t mean to. thank you for talking to me. i LOVE when people message and talk to me on tumblr. whats your url? i don’t support this lifestyle but i don’t know what else to do because i’m so unhappy and this is the ways i cope with it and live now. oh please don’t feel bad for me. how are you? <3 : ) tessa
one more fucking love song i’ll be sick
A fact to make you feel old: Monsters Inc. was released 11 years ago.
who are you? truly, who are you? and i’m sorry for the rant but this is what i’m thinking and feeling right now: i know how much i weigh and how much of me is fat instead of bones. i can i see myself in the mirror every day. you have either never seen me and are just saying this to be nice which is lying to me. i know how i am. or you are one of the people who used to be my friend and left me always alone. why? i am always so close to ending my life but i won’t yet but i not know why. and even if you have seen me or met me you don’t know me, no one does. you don’t actually care. why are you lying to me? in real life you know i’m fat. and you hate me and don’t care and are not my friend because i don’t have a friend, i don’t have anyone. why are you pretending to care? i am not like the stick thin pretty girls who hate me with out knowing me. i won’t stop because i can’t i eat tons of anything, stuffing myself with out then getting rid of some of it in the sink. and i’m still fat. i’m tessa and i’m different, alone and hated.
