Tori ⚓ 19 My moods change like the weather in Melbourne.

habituallydestructive:

*laughs while actually getting feelings hurt*

knightjeran:

worrynotso:

frostycat:

apricot swiping at an invisible toy!

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Apricot giving your blog sick high fives

#apricot bitchslapping that ho you hate

"   It eventually gets better, without any sort of explanation; you just wake up one morning and you’re not as upset anymore.   "
Ten words story: may 2015 hold that morning for you. (via maisjetaime)

investings:

if I have to fight for your attention I probably won’t even want it anymore

iamgarbagegrrrl:

medschoolsugar:

witchyvegan:

I don’t sell my body for money. I sell my time, companionship, wit, beauty, intelligence, conversational skills, hand holding assets, shoulder to cry on capabilities, nicest lingerie, sweetest perfume, sassiest smile, wrinkle-in-the-nose-laughter. I don’t sell my body for money. I retain full ownership of my body no matter how much money is in my hand.

And everyone would do well to remember that.

One more time for the whorephobic SBs in the back.

fuck yes