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Hello there! Well to my little corner on the internet.

You can call me Little Miss if you'd like. My blog is a bit random & NSFW but not too much.

I am a sub/little/kitten/babygirl and happily taken <3 but I wouldn't mind making friends :) follow me

quadbroad:

cardioandsass:

Pink is my spirit animal

look at her delts though

miketooch:

Future-me as a parent

thenotinferior:

I AM SO SORRY. I accidentally deleted the post well here it is again.

guys: uh why do girls care so much about being skinny? it's so annoying
guys: ew fat chicks
guys: why do girls care so much about shopping and romance and nail polish lol so annoying
guys: ew crazy butch lesbian manly feminazis why can't they act more feminine lol
guys: why do girls wear makeup they look so much better without it
guys: oh i'm so sorry are you sick? tired? dying?
guys: haha girls suck at math/science/sports
guys: a girl who does math/science/sports? well? get back in the kitchen that shits not gonna get you a husband
guys: why are girls so sensitive when we look at their boobs or something c'mon with that top you're asking for it
guys: oh my god a gay guy just hit on me how fucking disgusting what a creeper doesn't he have any boundaries?

Everything sucks. I don’t want to be here anymore. I doubt anyone would care or noticed if I just ended it all.

invhale:

People need to realize that there are days when you’re not in the mood to talk or interact with anyone.

heart-throbbed:

This picture really hit me. Imagine getting a call from your son or daughters’ school saying that there was a shooting and you need to come immediately. When you arrive, you stand with the other parents waiting and hoping for your child to be safe. You search all around, through the crowd of screams and cries. All the other parents start to find their children and begin to leave. Your heart starts beating faster as you search all around and there is still no sign of your son or daughter.
An officer stops you and you start to have the must horrible feeling. He tells you they identified one of the dead children, and it is your kid.
You throat starts to close as the tears pour down your face. You drop to the ground as the officer tries to comfort you.
Imagine that. Imagine how it would feel to drive home knowing your kid is not in the back seat. Having to tell family members or wait, did they already hear from the news? Imagine walking into your house seeing the toys your kid will never play with again, their lunch they forgot that morning that they will never get to eat. Imagine passing their closed door that will never be opened again. Imagine the feeling of returning that blue bike they wanted so badly for christmas or that new doll. Imagine instead of spending Christmas morning opening presents, seeing the smiles on your kids face and having fun, you’re burying your baby.
Imagine.

heart-throbbed:

This picture really hit me. Imagine getting a call from your son or daughters’ school saying that there was a shooting and you need to come immediately. When you arrive, you stand with the other parents waiting and hoping for your child to be safe. You search all around, through the crowd of screams and cries. All the other parents start
to find their children and begin to leave. Your heart starts beating faster as you search all around and there is still no sign of your son or daughter.

An officer stops you and you start to have
the must horrible feeling. He tells you they identified one of the dead children, and it is your kid.

You throat starts to close as the tears pour down your face. You drop to the ground as the officer tries to comfort you.

Imagine that. Imagine how it would feel to drive home knowing your kid is not in the back seat. Having to tell family members or wait, did they already hear from the news? Imagine walking into your house seeing the toys your kid will never play with again, their lunch they forgot that morning that they will never get to eat. Imagine passing their closed door that will never be opened again. Imagine the feeling of returning that blue bike they wanted so badly for christmas or that new doll. Imagine instead of spending Christmas morning opening presents, seeing the smiles on your kids face and having fun, you’re burying your baby.

Imagine.