what a beautiful mess this is
i'm abs. [dont you dare call me abigail]
i'm fifteen and i really don't know what i'm going to post. i rant. i whine. i gush. i obsess. life goes on.
i like makeup. and babies. and beautiful people. funny sayings, good music, favorite memories. i like food and flowers and taylor swift. i have a weird thing for eyes. i love them.
i have three guitars. one's sparkly, one has pink strings, and one is bright blue. it's fun.
there's a good chance i will forget about tumblr for months, then come on and post 100 things a day. [multiple times]
i like whispering and reading between the lines. i will change an outfit seven times then go out in sweats. i love the idea of meeting up secretly at night, but i'm scared to death of the dark. most of my favorite music is song by guys, and i don't change the "she"'s to "he"'s and i don't care if i sound like a lesbian. sometimes i have the urge to bring my guitar in a tree and play [preferably in the rain] but i never do it. i have a punching bag, and some serious anger issues. i don't think i have a style. i don't make sense. [but i'm not supposed to]
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i'm fifteen and i really don't know what i'm going to post. i rant. i whine. i gush. i obsess. life goes on.
i like makeup. and babies. and beautiful people. funny sayings, good music, favorite memories. i like food and flowers and taylor swift. i have a weird thing for eyes. i love them.
i have three guitars. one's sparkly, one has pink strings, and one is bright blue. it's fun.
there's a good chance i will forget about tumblr for months, then come on and post 100 things a day. [multiple times]
i like whispering and reading between the lines. i will change an outfit seven times then go out in sweats. i love the idea of meeting up secretly at night, but i'm scared to death of the dark. most of my favorite music is song by guys, and i don't change the "she"'s to "he"'s and i don't care if i sound like a lesbian. sometimes i have the urge to bring my guitar in a tree and play [preferably in the rain] but i never do it. i have a punching bag, and some serious anger issues. i don't think i have a style. i don't make sense. [but i'm not supposed to]
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