onion_san

hakuna matata, bitch.
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Pretty is your mind. Pretty is your soul. You as a person defines pretty. Pretty is just a thought. It's of the imagination. Pretty is created in the inside and radiated on the outside.

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You could die tomorrow. So, buy that shirt. Get your hair wet in a pool. Ride that rollercoaster. Speak up for what you believe is right. Spend the money. Eat icecream. Tell that special person you love them. Sleep until the sun wakes you up. Take care of yourself. Cut your hair. Dance in the rain. Stop eating meat. Post whatever the hell you want too. Get into trouble. Sneak out. Because tomorrow, well, tomorrow, could be your last day.
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Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran faster. War was only a card game, and the only drug you knew was cough medicine? When wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut? The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant till tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.

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Read this twice..."you'll never be too much for someone who can't get enough of you." Read that again.

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I'm a girl 
I'm a lesbian ♡ (hit me up ladies)
I'm 15 
Annnnd I'm 5'1