No lies, just love
I'm Katy. I'm Sixteen. Struggling/recovering self-harmer. I complain a lot and have a terrible personality but two great partners so everything is good.
Hey baby,
you gave me your password and stuff so I could mess with your theme. I like this one for you because you're such an amazing writer. I love you
~Kas
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please stop being cute it makes my heart sad because i can’t nap with you
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brucebananeronawillgrahamcracker:
✿FLOWER CROWN PRINCE✿: Tags with slashes now ‘work’ properly
ok! so
tags with slashes in them, such as #personal/, have long been used to make something untrackable/keep it out of the relevant tag for Tumblr Savior purposes. normally, if you try to go to, say, http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/foobar/ it will just discard the trailing slash. however, if you URL escape it and go to http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/foobar%2f then you’ll see all the posts tagged #foobar/ (in this case, just mine)
so if you want to tag something and make the tag untrackable, the only thing that helps right now is adding dashes. at some point, even that might get fixed, although I don’t know if it will or how it will
okie this is a pain in the ass
followers: if you want to make it so your personal posts aren’t visible in the tag but still able to be blacklisted, put the #hashtag in the body of the post and don’t tag it, or do something like “#personal tttttttttttttt” or random stuff that people won’t be able to guess.
If you’re giving me head and I tell you ‘right there’ and you immediately deviate from the spot I’m going to asphyxiate you with my thighs.
You’re here to please me. Don’t fuck up.
Can you asphyxiate me anyway, just saying.
When I say asphyxiate, I meant kill. Unless you’re going to a much more pleasurable technique, don’t deviate from my orders.
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my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
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So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
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throwindown-inthedirtydirtysouth:
New perspective on what mothers usually find “annoying”
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sext: sorry just got this text haha. do u still have a boner?
i love you more than sunshine and kittens and i am interested in kissing you on the mouth
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