#pixiebee

[bunbins]

fun times at the fair 💖🎡

[sapphicmikey]

here is me 3x bc i couldn’t decide 🐻✨

[bunbins]

me: has photo shoots wherever possible 🤷🏻‍♀️

[bunbins]

🌈🏳️‍🌈💖✨🌸🎀

[bunbins]

🌈pride🌈

[sapphicmikey]

hi i’m zoe and girls have my heart wby 👼🏽💖🏳️‍🌈

[bunbins]

haven’t posted selfies on here in awhile but hey here’s my updates face in honor of 5sos ...doing SOMETHING 💕

[pixieb-blog-blog]

Pointless

It's times like this when, I'm hung over and as I quote Matt, "your hangover will eat you alive" (truth in that), I just watched 500 days of summer and walked for the last 10 minutes in the cold and stating it's a nice night, I feel the need to write.

About what in particular? I'm asking myself that as I type. So many different words and thoughts spin through my mind it's hard to pick out the right ones to entertain not only myself but you as well.

I started to write in order to figure what exactly is going up there *points to brain*

I cant separate my thoughts tonight yet writing this out is helping me to ignore what exactly is swarming my brain. I visualize it as a cloudy mess. 

I slept on this, dreamt the weirdest dreams. Cheerleaders trying to poison me and all the in-between. I hate to say it but sleeping on the thoughts didn't help although the overwhelming need to write has somewhat faded away. 

I guess there isn't a real point to this, I have no more thoughts to share that will clarify anything for myself or even relate to an audience. Sorry Tumblr.

- Pixie Bee