#tinkerbels

[nirvanias]

tinkerbels > rihannia

[nirvanias]

whorestyls replied to your post: do you like someone here on tumblr?

she likes me anon, shes in love with me, i can tell

shit you got me

[lilokilam-blog]

I'm not going to do the whole "You should pick me because [insert read more html]" No. I am going to tell you about my life. The name is Ivy, I enjoy food, tumblr, and stupid singers, with stupid beautiful faces, wearing stupid clothes, singing stupid songs. My favorite drink is chocolate milk and my favorite food is pizza. Camila Cabello is my spirit animal. I am part of 10 fandoms. And my url has cheshire in it. Peace, love, drugs xx

[everyzayn]

Okay. So this is kinda important to me. You don't have to read all of this.

Last night, I was in a horrifying state. I was thinking of anorexia and bulimia and I was certain that I officially have some sort of disorder. It’s impossible for me to go to a counsellor cuz of a bajillion reasons so all I need these days is someone who listens. And last night, after years, I had people who talked to me and helped me.

Thank you for that.

Sara; Thank you for listening. For being there even though we barely know eachother. I promise to talk to you whenever I need to but you need to keep your promise for that. I love you.

Michelle; Even though we couldn’t talk last night cuz you were sleeping, you still deserve a dedication. I look up to you. You’re so beautiful and I’m positive you’re going to get through this. Together. I love you.

Nicole; You’re going to be the best psychologist. No lie. And I hope you become one soon so I can finally talk to someone professionally enh? ;)) But yeah, thank you so much for the advice and just a wake up call that I was too passionate about something I don’t want my body to be. I love you.

Taylii; Thank you for being *flips hair dramatically* life guru Trinny. I'll explain everything to you, promise, but thank you for having my back for like two years now. Wow. We've been friends for a long time omfg. I love you.

[everyzayn]

Photo spam to fill Karine and Michelle's tag? Yeah I think so too. ;))

[everyzayn]

Micheellleeee!!! :DDD

“No thanks.” I smiled at the waiter who was offering me something off a tray. I had absolutely no idea what it was but it was food. I couldn’t eat. I wasn’t allowed to.

Looking around the crowded lounge, I sighed. My dad, who was a famous designer, was having a party at our house, scratch that, mansion. And I wasn’t enjoying a single second of it.

I tried sucking my stomach in whenever someone would talk to me but I still felt fat. I felt full and I didn’t like it. Everyone complimented my skinny figure but I didn’t agree.

I wanted to be empty. To feel empty.

I was crashed out of my thoughts when a strong body collided with mine. I was about to fall but he had caught me before I embarrassed myself infront of a bajillion people.

I looked up and the first thing that struck me was the pair of green eyes staring at me with concern. They were mesmerizing.

“I’m so sorry!” His deep voice filled my ears as butterflies rumbled in my belly. This boy was beautiful.

He had a defined jaw line, framing his face, a mob of brown curls on his head, pink lips, and those amazing eyes.

“Uh, it’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention.” I replied, standing up straight.

“You alright?”

“Y- Yeah. I’m fine. Sorry.” I mumbled, feeling intimidated. I wasn’t really confident when it came to hot guys.

He chuckled at my stuttering, and I caught him checking me out.

“Wow.” He whispered, not knowing the word was coming out of his mouth instead of staying in his mind.

“I’m Michelle.” I smiled, a tint of pink on my cheek.

“Harry.” He offered his hand, which I gladly took.

I felt sparks erupt from the contact and smiled when I saw Harry looking at our hands with a focused expression.

He felt them too.

“Would you guys like something to eat?”

I pulled my arm back quickly, shocked by the foreign voice. We both turned to see a waiter holding a tray of snacks.

“Uhm, no thanks I’m good.” I mumbled, looking down at my stomach. I didn’t need this.

I shifted my gaze to Harry and caught him with a small frown.

“Excuse us.” He said to the waiter, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the stairs. We reached the powder room and Harry guided me in, not really knowing where he was.

As Harry locked the door behind us, I opened the light.

“The powder room?” He asked looking around.

I nodded, still confused. Why the heck were we here?

“You’re ill.” Harry finally spoke up.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not well.”

It was my turn to frown.

“My sister. She suffered from anorexia when she was in high school. I remember every second of it.”

My eyes widened, “I- I don’t know what you’re ta-”

Before I could finish my sentence, Harry had wrapped me in his embrace. Slowly, I linked my arms around his neck, nuzzling my head in his neck.

“I’ll keep you safe.”

My breath hitched.

He pulled away and leant his forehead to mine, “You’re so beautiful.”

I blushed as I felt his fingers scanned my face.

“So precious.” He whispered, capturing my lips with his.

I responded almost instantly, pulling him closer.

I didn’t care if we had just met, I really didn’t. Because this felt right. His touch, his kiss, his words, they felt good. And I was complete.

“I won’t let you go.” I heard Harry mumble as our kiss was broken.

[nialljamees]