sylva faye
sylva faye21, london
joie de vivre; kind of a handfull
part road trip, part meltdown
drum and bass. dubstep. hip hop.
rap, mangajo, markets, mixtapes,
lexus, rubies, acrylics, doctors,
injections, kissing, taxidermy,
MTV, chanel, kardashians, charbonnel,
bodymod, nudity, gore, folk, festivals,
dirty music, bodypaint, drops, trips, travel
and all the rest.
one big room, full of bad bitches.
cosmo sex tip #666
when he’s least expecting it, carve a pentagram in his chest and begin summoning satan
(Source: rappinpicard, via trashylittlefuck)
periods
everyone always knows when i’ve come on ‘cos they can hear me shouting
YES! YES!
from the bathroom, and doing my Not Pregnant dance.
he’s leaving tomorrow.
short of holding on to his leg like a baby, nothing i can do.
i’ll see him at home but this is the worst feeling ever, knowing after every single day and night together for months i’ll have to sleep alone these next few weeks. ugh. i don’t like needing someone.
whatever, i’ve done it before i can do it again.
(via isabellaruby)
Me too, gurl. Me too.this look rarely leaves my face. its gunna get stuck like this eventually.
(Source: iluvhieroglyphics, via nikkilipstick)
trust
is not reading your boyfriends phone when he leaves it at your house.
which i normally would.
but i won’t because i’m different now and i wouldn’t like it anyway.
not saying it’s easy though.
