&& I feel like ive left my beloved tumblr LOL.

Alot has been going on for me so i guess ill take this time to write about it.

First and for most, i moved out of my parents house.

it was crazy drama and really emotional, but I had to do it.

I wasnt happy at home and felt like I really needed a change of environment.

My parents and I are good now. It just feels weird not being in my room that ive lived in since I was 7 but its all good.

School has been good. Im still on top of everything so thats always great.

Ive realized who my real friends are in the past few days.

I learned not to deal with so much shit now and that alone feels so freakin good.

Im slightly over the ‘main’ and I still havent spoken to him.

Still want too.

I havent talked to my ex in a while and I really miss him.

Itll be a year next month and he wont even speak to me.

Fuck it.

Im going to be in two music videos this week and im pretty excited.

Im finally going to start getting my portfolio together so I can start audtioning for a few modeling agenties.

Im going to start a new blog and start doing my music blogging.

Its just alot of things going on and it feels good.

Welp, thats my update.

Hopefully, ill have my internet connection at my new place in a few days. ;)

Call me your misses ;)

i know hes no good for me.

i know i shouldnt be thinking about him at all.

I know he fucked me over.

but i still miss and like him.

there has only been two guys that i met and instantly liked and both of them hurt me.

shit sucks man.

We went from texting and talking all day to just nothing.

like, am I that easy to forget?

I literally didnt mean anything to you?

Im a fighter and i fight for what i want but im not fighting for him.

But god I want too.

I wish I could text him and itll go back to normal but im not going to be weak.

I cant be.

I have to make myself forget him.

I just wish I never met him in the first place.

my favorite picture of us to date =]

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My best :)

fuckyeahtattoos:

Aperture Nikon 1.4 Tattoo

I am a photographer and I thought it would be great to get f-stops of my favorite lens.

Done by Colin Casyn at Black Lotus in North Kingstown, RI

fareastlibertarianmovement:

This still gets me.

thatofachild:

Wow he is beautiful

his lips thoe. 

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markdelmundo:

My nigga.

shesgorgeous:

lmao

on the test too LOL

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peaaaarl:

The type of girl who actually wants to see me succeed.

She would make sure I did my homework before I do anything else. She would help me my math homework because she knows that’s my worst subject. She would call me just to check up if I’m finished. She would stay on line with me to tutor me the best way she can. She would go step by step on each question until I actually understood it. She would help me get my grades up when they’re down. I hope she would support me no matter what happens. I hope she understand I’m trying my best. Within time, will have time for love but right now we need to succeed for that better future together. This dream of ours is in a process of building. If she understands my concept on that then I know she’ll get me no matter what. If she can teach me anything I can learn from a book, imagine if she taught me how to love?

thats the kind of girl i am. now im just looking for a guy like this.

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pandashawtz:

kingjaffejoffer:

Californian William E. Nelson met Omaima in 1991 in a bar while playing pool. He must have thought he’d really lucked out. Omaima was an attractive, Egyptian-born former nanny and model and only 24 years old. William himself was 56 and a not-so-svelte 230 pounds.

Regardless of these differences, romance blossomed right away. Possibly William’s Costa Mesa apartment and Corvette and money and property were better inducements than his personal attributes, but “love” was in the air. Within days the couple were married.

How does that saying go? Marry in haste, repent in leisure? There was no leisure time for repentance in this marriage.

Most likely William Nelson had no idea that his bride had had a troubled and violent past. Omaima had a history of seducing older men, tying them up during sex and then robbing them. She had even been convicted of tying up and beating up a former boyfriend at gunpoint. Not nice. Pretty sure William wasn’t told of that little episode during their brief and frantic courtship.

Sadly, after only 3 weeks of “wedded bliss” William E. Nelson was separated … from his head, his hands, his ribs, his entrails and so on and so forth.

Pardon me while I shudder.

Omaima the lovely bride had shackled her husband to their bed during Thanksgiving weekend, 1991, as what William thought was a precursor to some sex. Having him completely at her mercy, Omaima then introduced scissors and an iron into the scenario.

William died, likely painfully and horrifically, which was what Omaima had intended. She had wanted his money but not the husband that went with it.

Oh, but what to do with the body? What’s a girl to do?

Disposing of a 6’4″, 230 pound body is not easy for a petite former model, but Omaima Aree Nelson is nothing if not determined. And bizarre.

For the upcoming events, Omaima Nelson decked herself out in red high heels, a red hat and red lipstick.

This is where it gets really yeeccchhh. Consider yourself warned.

For the next few hours, Omaima Nelson was busy decapitating, skinning, dismembering and dissecting poor William Nelson. She spent hours upon hours grinding some of his body parts in the garbage disposal. She filled garbage bags with other body parts and put them in his Corvette, then drove around the county to dispose of them like garbage. And still there was more William Nelson to dispose of.

And all that work made Omaima Nelson hungry.

So parts of the butchered William Nelson were boiled, breaded, deep-fried, dipped in barbecue sauce and eaten by the black widow.

Omaima later joked to police, “Nothing tastes as good as the man I married. It’s the sauce that does it.”

How did she get caught? Because grinding him up, cooking him up, eating him up and tossing him away did not get rid of William Nelson entirely. Omaima Nelson approached two ex-boyfriends to ask for help. ONE of them alerted police.

Omaima Nelson had actually told the psychiatrist that she sat at the kitchen table with her husband’s ribs and said out loud, “It’s so sweet, it’s so delicious… I like mine tender.” Maybe she should’ve kept that to herself. I wonder if she still had the red hat on.

The Orange County jury found Omaima Nelson guilty of 2nd degree murder in 1993 and she was sentenced to 25 years to life in state prison.

At her parole hearing in 2011, Omaima Nelson stuck to her story of self-defense, and added, “”I swear to God I did not eat any part of him. I am not a monster.” Commissioner Cynthia Fritz then asked her, “What was your purpose in cooking him?” That shut her up.

Crazy Ass

kokainecouture:

k.thanks.

PREACH!

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