You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.

What my relationships have taught me. (via lozzat)

PSA to the totally creepy person who lurks both my tumblr and Instagram and sends me direct pictures on IG because they no longer can submit to my tumblr anonymously: i have been naked on the internet since 2008. 6 years of “shaking my tits” and “being spreadeagle” (your terms, not mine) on the web. i have the upmost respect for myself for that fact ALONE. i love my body and i love my sexuality and sending me creepy pictures and creepy messages isn’t going to change that. i won’t be discussing this issue further as it’s becoming quite mundane. i suppose you can keep trying to cut me down, but my life fucking rules and i have all the close friends and amazing family that i could ever want or need. i’m sorry that you must be so lonely that you want to take however long out of your life to hassle with me, must suck! xoxo

Dead stop on the fwy feelin some type of way sos

Anonymous said: Try to answer as honestly as possible. No judgement, jut wondering. Why do you post nudes? For validation, because you think you look bomb naked (which you do I might add), the shock value, or for some other reason?


Because I’m comfortable in my own skin. I’m very accepting of who I am. I enjoy feeling sexy. I also enjoy sharing it. Because I feel like no one should ever be ashamed of who they are.

Yaaaaas girl. THIS.

I only get all the hate when I’m the happiest. I never got any hateful anon messages when I was miserable for 3 years.


wise words 

Anonymous said: Hey asshole Anon! Get your grammar correct before you start throwing insults... "Too busy" NOT "to busy".





Norwegian forest cats are the best.
They look like little snow lions.

The colloquial term for them is “skogkatten”.
They’re also called “fairy cats” in Norway, because they’re so pretty.
They run down trees headfirst.
They’re fricking gigantic and they purr really loud.
They literally walk over snow like motherloving Legolas.
In Norse mythology, skogkatts pull the goddess Freya’s carriage.
Who doesn’t want a carriage pulled by cats?
Viking cats. End of story.

Oh what a terrible thing it appears that I haven’t reblogged these glorious beasts this year yet

That’s my Skwisgaar!!

Anonymous said: What are you to busy taking loads on your face to post your whore ass on here anymore!?

sry, can’t post a pic of my face, too many loads (of bbq sauce) so here’s my whore ass instead :) 


Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.