im a 21 year old queer girl from las vegas
who smokes weed, deals with love, takes photos, wants to be a Suicide Girls photographer and honestly doesn't give a fuck about a lot.
i look around and when i finally look back down to the ground, i feel my stomach drop, my throat tightens and i close my eyes as if that would stop from what was about to happen next. my finger tips cover my eyes for extra protection but my tears are relentless.
i have absolutely no one to talk to.
maybe this is my own fault..
