Ashlee. Twenty-one. Piercings. Tattoos. Sex. Stretched ears. Help. Music. Dance. Love.
I post a variety of stuff. A huge variety; from stuff about depression, self loathing, pornography, music, love, funny stuff, animals, tattoos, piercings and other stuff that appeals to me.
If that kind of stuff bugs you, don't follow me.
If you do follow, I follow back.

Sleeping in your bed the night after sharing it with someone makes life a little bit more lonely, your bed a bit bigger and your room a bit colder.
I don’t like it.

Being emotionally detached makes friendships fade, smiles wither and hearts break.
I don’t like it.

What’s wrong with me?!
I’m finally somewhere good. I work a lot, I make money, I love where I work, I can finally help out financially and save up to buy a new car. I can go shopping and not be broke all the time.

I’m just a mess. I feel broken, permanently.
I don’t like it.