#whativebecome

[chloezara11]

Sunday Vibes! ❤️🎶☀️ #OnMyOwn #AshesRemain #WhatIveBecome #music #lyrics #love #mood #weekendvibes #sundayfunday https://www.instagram.com/p/BvY5TXhhkRO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ree0wio2ziu6

[brokenwingslearntofly-blog1]

[brokerstas]

I get it. You've been through some hard times, you've seen some harsh things, you've felt some impactful blows. Now is the time to make a decision,... Are you going to be a victim, or a survivor? #schoolofhardknocks #dontgiveup #whativebecome #keepyourheadup #realestateadvisor #realestatelife #realestate #brokerstas #erincatronandcompany #stasmatias #flrealtor #flrealestate #seperatetoelevate #florida #puntagorda #northport #naples #sarasota #portcharlotte #venice #motivation

[kikaescoolio]

I did a self portrait of myself for that board you write on for Anime Boston. #animeboston #art #whativebecome #itsbeautiful

[swampseer]

Thank you for the reading! That was something I needed to hear on so many levels. You have a gift (:

Ooooh thank you so so so much! Messages like this make me so, so happy <3

[swampseer]

Hello! I would love you hear what you have in the cards for me if you have time and feel up to it! Thank you in advance (either way) for your time and have a wonderful evening (:

Free one card readings are closed. All new requests will be deleted. 2/8

Thank you for being so kind! Seriously.

Meadow: Vulnerability. First and foremost, being vulnerable can be scary shit. You are at a place where it's okay to take risks with your feelings. Expressing some form of vulnerability is important, especially if you're in a relationship. You need to be able to be honest with both yourself and your partner. You don't need to be strong all the time.

[azdarlinxoxo]

Soon! #ZPCKC #whativebecome #10K1 (at The Riot Room)

[piperwilliamsxx]

What I've Become | Piper and Katrina.

Piper combed through her hair before jumping into her pyjamas and doing up her hair into a high bun. She locked her door before pulling out the old shoe box from under bed and stared at it for a bit before opening it again. She unwrapped her wrist and stared at the blood covered scars. She shook her head tears forming in her eyes. Taking one she snapped it in half with her fingers so it broke and shattered on the floor. She did it again and again so that not one blade was left and that her fingers were stained red and the carpet below her was covered in both sharp blades and drops of her blood. She hated what she had become. What she was doing. She tipped the pills in the bin and turned back to the box where one single blade was left. She picked it up, closing it in on her palm so she felt the pricks of it entering her skin and just sat there, hating herself for what she had become.