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NASA
Sade Olutola
Misplaced Lens Cap
Stranger Things
Three Goblin Art

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Product Placement
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Claire Keane
occasionally subtle
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Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.

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@simplyneurotics
I remember giving birth to my sweet baby boy, although it was not too long ago. A year and 2 months to be exact. He was somewhat nice to me in the womb, other than the fact that I couldn’t sleep and kicking me 24/7. It made me feel better knowing he was safe. When I gave birth to this child, it wasn’t one of those moments I thought I would have. In a sense, I was happy. Mainly I was scared, nervous, and kind of upset. I had given away my freedom, alone time. I was in-charge of this human. I had to teach this baby boy right from wrong. Every mistakes comes down to me. I had to protect this child, and I damn near wanted to jolt up and leave but I love him so much at that moment I laid eyes on him. Throughout the days in the hospital and months after, I barely slept. I wanted to always make sure he was okay. I always stared at him, making sure he was breathing. I’ve been with him every step of the way, letting him make mistakes and watching him grow. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world that I have been given and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
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My boyfriend so handsome 😍
Bishhhhhhhh, we good
Back on Tumblr
Wow, haven’t been on here in years! Can’t wait to come back and vent.
Being on tumblr makes me feel like I'm still in high school venting and crying over boys. Brings back so many memories, good and bad...
Finally got my hair beat into shape. Thanks, Tiff.
this is the face of a legit goddess
I’m obsessed with her!!
Trying to erase the biggest part of your life is hard, but you do what you have to do. It's for the best.
I'd never thought I'd feel so alone.
One of those nights where you just want to roll up into a ball and bawl your eyes out.