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Writing my senior speech… (Taken with instagram)

This is all I need to bring a smile to my face. (Taken with instagram)

He got me a Pandora bracelet (: (Taken with instagram)

Prommmm (Taken with instagram)

Beginning of the best night of my life<3 I love you!(: (Taken with instagram)

You know, the right guy won’t change you. he won’t subtly pressure you. he won’t tell you who you can and can’t talk to about the two of you. he won’t hide the fact that you’re hanging out. he’s not going to tell you you’re wrong for feeling, for being a girl. the right guy will show you off to his friends. he’ll take it as slow as you want. he’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable with. he’ll take you out to places, even if it’s just a fast food place or the store. he’ll actually sit through your stupid girly Disney movies with you because he wants to watch them with you. the right guy will come along someday. you just got to tough it out and wait for him. but whatever you do, don’t settle. you deserve so much more.

<3 (Taken with instagram)

Miss this fishing trip last summer with DJ and my dad! (Taken with instagram)

The girl

She’s the girl that believes that what comes around goes around. The one that hopes for a better day. The one that won’t give up on you. She’s the girl that’s unlike the rest. The one that spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the girl that would love to be loved. The one that looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the girl that picks herself up every time she falls.

God I miss my long hairrrrrr :(

Twitter(:

@alynn416

Bad self-confidence

I honestly hate the way I look…

hair is getting long againnnn(: 

Insecurities

Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. But you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.

No matter how frightened and discouraged I may become about the future, I look forward to it. In spite of everything I see all around me every day, I have a shaky assurance that everything will turn out fine; and I don’t think I’m the only one. Why else would the phrase “Everything is alright” ease a troubled place in so many of us? We just don’t know, we never know, yet we have so much faith. We hold our hands over our hurts and lean forward. It is how we keep on, this kind of hope.


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