• Daisy Shepherd //
  • Daisy, Brighton (England) I am 16. Blonde hair blue eyed capricorn with too much to say about too little. My blog is a reflection of myself, quotes which relate to me, photo's which make me feel happy, anything that appeals to me really. The photo's I post always mirror the way I am feeling, my mood, by what I post I think you have a pretty clear insight into my life without me having to write an in-depth diary entry about it. You don't need to know what I don't admit. I like answering questions so ask me whatever, I will respond to all of them. I like reading and writing and painting and the sunshine. I hope you enjoy my blog. I follow similar blogs also, so please peruse.
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mareeps:

still not sure what exactly math is

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bedbones:

do whatever it 
takes
to make me yours
& i will love you
like you own the moon.

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I am a queen

dirtyberd:

and your face is my throne 

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ladisputa:

actually my life motto
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touchdisky:

Iceland by Julien L.
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malformalady:

Purple sands of Pfeiffer Beach, located in Andrew Molera State Park, Big Sur, California. Manganese garnet, washed down from the hillside above, gives Pfeiffer Beach its distinctive purple sand.
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ussawesome:

when you spell a word so wrong that spell check is like i dont know what to tell u man

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milktree:

i wanna lose my face here
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titrea:

snooozeee
i love this. simply because of its simplicity. she has got a baggy serene white t-shirt on with classic p-j shorts on, and a pillow that her grandma probably gave to her. imagine. in her perspective. she was up all night last night with her grandma drinking too much tea and just small gossiping, outside, counting the stars instead of sheep. she was away from everyone, just with her grandma, the one she loves the most. she doesn’t care about her looks or anything. her perfect little eyes started getting droopy as it was very very late. her grandma goes inside. comes back with a pillow. and says “this pillow, looks so simple but do you know what? i believe that this pillow was for you. you are the girl who wore vintage denim, who is a fence sitter, who talks to much. who would rather a jog than walk. you dont think people notice you. i always see you looking absent-mindedly into space. You have the memory of a sieve. You’ll have a shower when you look at your feet and notice that they are dirty. when you were a child no matter how many years went past, you never grew up, and you still believe wonderland exsists. So fall into wonderland with this pillow.” she smiles, and softly whispers i love you. she goes a bit furter into the back yard and climbs onto the hammock and she drifted into her wonderland.idek i just like this photo 

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or maybe she just grabbed a pillow from inside, put her camera on timer and took a picture pretending to be asleepbut yeah, either one
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goodfuckingsex:

selfdoubtandsyphilis:

dankestrnemes:

do animals think in english or in the sounds they make

this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for

Hahahaha

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mywickedway:

i hope the people who grade my essays don’t laugh at me

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