My name is Amanda and I'm 25 years old. When I look into the mirror, I don't know the person staring back at me. I recognize her features but I don't know her. To most she's the over stimulated crazy random happy go luck girl, but to those who know her best, well, she's a fucking mess. This is my mess.

 

How I draw faces

castiel-is-the-fallen-angel:

swordcane:

andlatitude:

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1) circle with lines

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2) face, head, neck

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3) nose

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4) eyes, mouth, eyebrows

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5) haaaiiir

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6) everything else

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thnx 4 help Steph

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

c-roatoa-n:

majesticajeff:

thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon:

nerd-with-wings:

some eyes are red

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some eyes are blue

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crowley’s a demon

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and now you are, too

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some eyes are yellow

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some eyes are white

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open your eyes, dean

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it’s a new kind of life

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Some eyes are dark

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Some eyes are light

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He said ‘What happened to you being okay with this?’

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And i said ‘I lied.’

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Was that last one really nessassary

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I fucking hate that i started something with a coworker because even tho it didn’t last long it tears me up inside just knowing i did nothing to fuck things up.

You contacted me.
You started things up.
You gave your number to me.
You showed me your penis.
And you disappeared with no fucking explanation.

Now i get to come to work and be your fucking boss but all i can think about is “what was so wrong with me that you just threw me away like spoiled milk?”

And what’s worse is i see you watching when i talk to other boys at work. I see the torture and irritation when they have my attention. I see the jealousy written clear across your face. It’s so bad that you can’t even hide it! I just don’t understand - if you OBVIOUSLY like me, why play these fucking games? Grow the fuck up and make a decision. Like, you down or naw?