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I just want to make it clear....
For anybody who follows me and actually takes time to look at my posts. If you see anything that offends you. I'm sorry it offends you. But whatever it may be is my opinion. And some of my opinion is from how I was raised and some is from lessons I have learned since I was old enough to comprehend how life can be. Just a little background on me. No I did not have a crappy life. Yes I had a strict mother. When I was a teenager, yes we butt heads. Some of the stuff I see on tumblr about how curfew is bad parenting and so on. I didn't even have a curfew at the age of 19. It made me upset yes.But I respected my mom. Even when I moved out with a boy I thought loved me, I didn't even stay out late and I had the freedom to then. When things went bad, my mom let me come home and even apologized for how strict she was. I had a curfew and by that time I was 20. You guys think I shouldn't have one by then. Well I believe you are wrong. I didn't pay to keep that roof over my head. So I will respect the one providing me shelter and food by being home on time. On the recent post I just reblogged, I couldn't believe someone said they would break into someone's house and steal cause a parent sets a curfew and the child doesn't abide by it. That wouldn't resolve anything. I feel of you wanna go by your own rules and time you should find a friend to live with our a place of your own. I'm now almost 22 and live with my fiancee. Guess what I could care less to stay out late at parties or clubs or whatever. Also number one thing. Never come on here and call my mom scrappy or a bad parent. My mom busted her butt to provide for me and made for to keep me motivated to complete school. While on the other hand my father once I turned sixteen really had nothing to do with me. Go up to my hometown so I can surprise him with the news I'm engaged. Has a new gun, but hasn't even sent me a card for my birthday for years. Don't even care if the card had money. It would have been nice to know that there was at least some thought. But guess what. He may not have been a good father, but I still love him. That will never change. Because there is no need to hate or dislike someone. You create your own misery in life when you hate and dislike things. Stop blaming others for your misery. And if such misery was caused by someone you did or did not know, you don't have to forget it completely. But if you embrace it all the time, it will keep you in chains. If you move on, there is more light than darkness. Well I guess that's it. So um yeah....a lil deep a I guess. If this offends you and you still stick around. Thank you for being real. Because that means you respected my opinion without lashing out at me or just being very immature about it. I love people who can voice there opinion against mine but don't get all childish over it.