My name is Vicky
I am 21. I work for a Roman Catholic Church, as well as a Pharmacy. I go to school and I teach Sunday School. This is my life, these are my choices. and I have this awesome twitch you'll never see
click for my face
click for my face
Posts I Like
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Ladies, please explain?
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Bitches still be like: I won that shit! Wooped her ass!
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Lack of sleep don’t mean a thang when it’s ice cream day at work and your boyfriend brings you taco bell on your lunch break :3
Who I Follow
- BLACK = I would date you.
- GREEN = I think you’re cute.
- BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
- GREY = I wish you would notice me.
- PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
- TEAL = We have a lot in common.
- YELLOW = FUCK ME.
- ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
- BROWN = I don’t like you.
- PINK = I think you are unattractive.
- RED = I love you with a burning passion.
- WHITE = MARRY ME.
(via whatisgooood)
Dat hair grip
I don’t think i will ever look my age. And im ok with that
He was flattered, which always seems like a weird response to give to someone who admitted such fuzzy feelings for you. A crush is never intended to flatter or amuse. A crush is a glorious, malignant tumor that eats away at all of the sanity and self-esteem you have left inside you until you are an empty shell of trite poetry and crying. Don’t be flattered. Be anything but flattered. Except maybe disgusted. That would be sad, too.
A journal entry from September that I had written with the intention of printing out the whole thing and hiding it in my school somewhere. (via bappletree)
(via optionallygrammatical)
(via justanotherdumblog)
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
