Khir Here

This page is so gay. No. For real. It is.
I'm just a 22 year old Louisiana girl.
who loves rainbows, writing, music, and girls.

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This is pretty much me.

I want to see the morning sun in your hair.

But I don’t even know who you are, where you are, or if you’ll feel the same.

One day I’ll have a girlfriend.

Maybe.

I laughed myself into a stupor.

Because side ponytails.

# khir22

# me

# my face

# and some apple jacks

# and a side ponytail

# yeah

krissypiee2:

meowbabii:

emivondyke:

i love this so much

So adorable, the little girls face says it all

Beautiful.

(Source: lgbt-milso)

↵ Originally from lgbt-milso

↵ Reblogged from youmightbealesbianif

# military

# family

# cute family picture

# love this

# awww

For those who want to know what this is from, it’s from “House of Lies.”

(Source: rachelskarsten)

↵ Originally from rachelskarsten

↵ Reblogged from lesbatronn

Reblog if you love to write.

Whether it be fanfiction, original stories, drabbles, songs, poems, books, or anything that has to do with creative words, then reblog. Let’s gather all the writers of Tumblr together.

(Source: insaneandproudofit)

↵ Originally from insaneandproudofit

↵ Reblogged from lez-live-love

# writers

# of tumblr

$Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in rather than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”$

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in rather than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

(Source: poorartists)

↵ Originally from poorartists

↵ Reblogged from nothingsacred-nothingnew

# Expansion

# Paige Bradley