*Trigger Warning*
Name is Tyanna. (pronounce tea-yawn-uh) I'm 17 years young. I look like this. I'm in love with him These are my posts. If you're interested in what's on my mind, you can read my thoughts. I post and reblog some music that I enjoy. This girl here is my tumblr wife. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me here.
Believe in love. Believe that two people can last forever. Believe that you CAN love someone of the same sex. Believe that sunny days bring better days. Believe that music save's people's lives. Believe love at first sight. Believe that no matter what happens, you can get through it. Believe that size doesn't matter. Believe that whats on the inside matters, not the outside. Believe that Love is the greatest thing in life.
Advantages of having small boobs:
Whoever is reading this, you are beautiful.
i can feel my heartbeat picking up as i think about what may occur within the next few days.
stop thinking about it, tyanna. don’t let it happen.
Tomorrow is my one month without cutting.
As proud as I am, it’s very overwhelming.
I always hit my one month clean, and then I end up cutting again. So now I’m very anxious.
Please don’t let me fuck up.
| Dad: | I'm going to go work out because I'm sexy and you know it. |
when I’m outside and i kill a bug i always feel really bad.
| Caitie: | I just sneezed and almost peed myself. |
I’m so in love with you.
I have the tendency to write “Life” on everything.
I write it on my tests, class work, hand, legs, in my journal, on my desk, and whatever else I want to write on.
I don’t know why it is I write it.
No matter the mood I’m in, writing “Life” seems suitable. It could mean at the moment life is good, or life is bad, or life is okay. It’s just so simple.
