@alleneverafter / alleneverafter.tumblr.com
I still have well over 2k followers on this blog and I literally cannot fucking believe it. I'm using a different blog now, guys. I will never delete this one for sentimental purposes, but the other blog is my active one. Follow me at wingsbymusic.tumblr.com and I'll follow you back. Feel free to promote yourself in my ask or talk to me as well.
Anon game time.
How about some slutty confessions? Let’s hear the best you freaks have got for me.
GO
Btw. I’ve got my new blog running on my phone rn, so while I’m following you guys on my phone you should talk to me on this blog. Looking through some old posts and whatnot. Send me whatever your creepy little hearts desire - questions, stories, confessions, anything goes. Honesty hour is on. GO.
Holy shit. I still have followers on this thing?
Alright guys. I’m trying to make a transition over to my newer blog. Go follow me at wingsbymusic.tumblr.com and I’ll make sure to follow you back. GO!
There aren’t any boundaries. There have never been any boundaries.
Before we’d known each other a month, I told him about how my childhood was taken from me. I didn’t have to ask him to be strong for me while I was weak. Somehow he already knew. We used to lock ourselves up in my mom’s smoke...
@wingsbymusic
Don’t fall asleep next time dicktwat
Alright, guys. Follow on Instagram @wingsbymusic. I do spam for spam and follow backs on request. GOOO! ♥♡♥
hi I’m a selfie whore
Tattoo #3. Ta
Manhattan, New York City. January 2014.
Looking like Gotham.
"Specularis Heart Tattoo" for vivere-diligere (Em)
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reblog if you are into bondage or if you like french fries
My favorite thing about this is that you never know what I reblogged this for. Did I reblog this because I like French fries? Or because I’m a kinky lil shit who’ll handcuff you while having sex? You’ll never know.
Huehuehue
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
