album cover

album cover


welovepastelhair:

Pastel lilac, used Directions lilac and toned it down with white conditioner, over white blonde hair :)
http://heidihihi.tumblr.com/

welovepastelhair:

Pastel lilac, used Directions lilac and toned it down with white conditioner, over white blonde hair :)

http://heidihihi.tumblr.com/


love cherry blossom.. cliche i know

love cherry blossom.. cliche i know

(via tiny-xo)


Curvy women are real women. Skinny women are real women. Women who have had boob jobs or lip enhancements or liposuction are still real women. Women who wear makeup are real women. Size 0 may make no sense mathematically, but a woman who wears that size is as real as the one who wears a size 16. What makes us “real” people is not the shape of our flesh but our basic humanity. And we lose our humanity when we judge –not when we lose weight, gain weight, wear makeup or make the intensely personal decision to undergo cosmetic surgery.

(via puke-ahontas)


godunderdog:

Illustration by Sara Blake http://www.hellozso.com/

godunderdog:

Illustration by Sara Blake http://www.hellozso.com/

(via puke-ahontas)


thinb0nes:

This is the reality of my eating disorder. I didn’t end up beautiful and excited to run around in frilly bikinis and model on the runway. I ended up like this. Broken, and disgusting. My skin doesn’t glow, my joints don’t move easily and I have lanugo all over my skin. My body is covered in scars and bruises, and no one will stay by my side, because I’m disturbing and fucking messed up. My bones break easily, my teeth are yellow, my face looks tired, my skin is blotchy, and my hair falls out in clumps like this every morning when I brush it. They won’t hold your hand, they’ll send you to the hospital for doctors to analyze you while you pretend to feel better so you can get out of the prison. In short, the real prison is my mind, and it’s ruined my life and body.

thinb0nes:

This is the reality of my eating disorder. I didn’t end up beautiful and excited to run around in frilly bikinis and model on the runway. I ended up like this. Broken, and disgusting. My skin doesn’t glow, my joints don’t move easily and I have lanugo all over my skin. My body is covered in scars and bruises, and no one will stay by my side, because I’m disturbing and fucking messed up. My bones break easily, my teeth are yellow, my face looks tired, my skin is blotchy, and my hair falls out in clumps like this every morning when I brush it. They won’t hold your hand, they’ll send you to the hospital for doctors to analyze you while you pretend to feel better so you can get out of the prison. In short, the real prison is my mind, and it’s ruined my life and body.

(via tiny-xo)


what would you tell your younger self..
before i started uni (3 years ago) i was size 8/10 and thought i was fat, id tell myself to just enjoy yourself, as i am no longer so tiny but dont let it get me down (much XD)

what would you tell your younger self..

before i started uni (3 years ago) i was size 8/10 and thought i was fat, id tell myself to just enjoy yourself, as i am no longer so tiny but dont let it get me down (much XD)


first of collection

first of collection


what happens if you roll out of bed onto corner of table

what happens if you roll out of bed onto corner of table