My babe is seriously the most perfect person ever. I plan on spending the rest of my life with this guy.
I love you Timothy.
My best friend.
My life partner.
My soul mate.
2 days ago on May 24, 2013 at 01:58am
Posts tagged self.
Who needs kids when I’ve got these handsome little devils?!
5 days ago on May 21, 2013 at 02:32am
I really do just love this shirt.
And I really want to go back to this show.5 days ago on May 21, 2013 at 02:15am
If you know me, you know I’ve never really down with the idea of marriage because it just turns out to be a mess in the end. But with this guy, all those bad ideas I had about marriage are completely thrown out of the window when I’m with this man.
Timothy, you have showed me a new kind of love. A whole new feeling I’ve never felt before. You’ve shown me that I don’t have to be scared. You love me for me and you love all the nasty, ridiculous, crazy shit I do. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you.
I hope you’re ready for it.
I love you Stinkbrain.
6 days ago on May 19, 2013 at 11:54pm
This is what you look like when you’re rushed to get ready by your boyfriend.
6 days ago on May 19, 2013 at 05:42pm
Baby got his septum pierced!
Imma marry this guy one day :)
1 week ago on May 18, 2013 at 06:41pm
The dudes from Immolation were so rad and we’re so good live! They also held my backpack while my boyfriend and I tore shit up to cannibal corpse! Thanks guys!
1 week ago on May 18, 2013 at 02:15pm
HAIL SATAN, WORSHIP DOOM.
Makayla Renee'. Sœur le soleil. ☉ ♎ ♀
"One day I will wake, my black eyes like asphalt and I will cry tears of tar; blackened lungs, numbed heart like a bird far from its nest. I miss the pure air – the noise of people around torments me. Little by little, the city corrupts this small body of mine, obstructing my joyous thoughts ‘til the dream dies. Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers, and wet soil."
"One day I will wake, my black eyes like asphalt and I will cry tears of tar; blackened lungs, numbed heart like a bird far from its nest. I miss the pure air – the noise of people around torments me. Little by little, the city corrupts this small body of mine, obstructing my joyous thoughts ‘til the dream dies. Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers, and wet soil."
