In public I’m just like:
But then I get home and in bed I actually think about what I did:
And then I realize:
(Source: iamtbseuss, via wowfunniestposts)
Live fast, die pretty
Hi, I'm Eeching, 17 and am afraid of growing up more than anything.
Dancing. Junk food. Shopping. Speeding. Manicures. Thrifting. Bitching. Travelling. Cute rides. Being a cheapo. Marshamallows. Icecream. Weekends. Coffee. Unicorns & fairytales. Love stories. Sleeping. Watching k-pop. MTV. Magazines. Stripes. Dots. Music. Interior design. Watching people. Annoying people. Figure skating. Cows. Beds for 2 people. Lotions. Weddings. Goofy asses. Piggyback rides. Talented people. Sad dramas. Rings. Sneakers. Mag shoots. Facial products. Radios. Boxes. Pictures. Deliveries. Breakfast in bed. Love. BFFS. $$. Holidays. Beach. Not too hot not too cold days. Phone calls. New stuff. Boys. Or men. Laughing. Weird stuff for weird purposes. Mac. All things beautiful.
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I embarrass myself daily in front of everyone.
