I got a new piercing! I fucking love it.

My hair is white. Ugh I love it.

I am completely blond :D

What do you think about my drawing? (:

I love pin-up! I love vintage.

sowhatbitch:

Let me tell you about the story of this girl. She is my heart sister.

I know her since 1990, when we both were months of age. Our mums met in a shop and we started playing with each other while they were talking. We have been friends for 20 years. We still are.
She always had a complicated life, like an absent dad, economic problems and more. She even cut herself sometimes. And I am telling all this because I know she doesn’t mind, she tells to everyone who wants to hear her story.
She was just beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. And, to my eyes, she still is.
Someday, like 4 years ago, she went to a club with another girl. She drank, like most of teenagers do. Her friend was with a guy who had a car, so when the night was over (maybe a little bit earlier), the three of them got into the car. Her friend and the guy were on the front seats and she was at the back. This guy (God knows what did he wanted to do or what was he thinking) crossed the train barrier when it was down. I mean, the train was just going to pass, but he didn’t care and crossed it. The train hit the car. Twice. Both times, the car was beaten on the back, where my friend was, because the car spun on it’s own axis.
The guy and the girl were safe, okay, but my friend was in coma. She remained like that for.. I don’t know how many months. I visited her once a week, because I was on school and, honestly, seeing her like that made me feel terrible, it made me feel like shit. It really hurt.
Suddenly, a day she woke up and started from zero again. She had to learn how to talk, how to walk, how to do all kind of small things by herself. But she made it. Now she talks, she walks, she dances, she smiles..
There are a lot of things she has to do yet, but I am so proud of her. I am in tears, cause every time I talk about this.. well, it wasn’t a good time. She lives far from my house, but I try to see her once in a while since I miss her and I truly love her. It still difficult for me because she is not the same girl I spent my whole life with, but when I see her, every bad thought is gone. She is my sister. I chose her as my sister. And she knows every time she needs me, I am going to be there, like all this time.