Death is peaceful, easy. Life is harder.

Gina. Twenty years of age. Twihard, singer, book ℒℴѵℯr.
fuckyeahtattoos: I got this done by Colleen, at Illustrated Lady in Rome, Ny  This is my mushroom and daisy tattoo for my Pop and Gram. Originally I was just going to get the mushroom. My grandfather passed away in 2007. So I decided when I turned 18 I wanted to get a tattoo for him but wasn’t sure what I wanted yet. So I got another one instead and eventually came up with this one. When I showed it to my grandmother she absolutely loved it :) My grandfather was a big fan of cooking and mushroom picking and grams favorite flowers are daisies. They both helped me through so much so I thought I’d get something to represent two of the most important people in my life. It’s by far my favorite tattoo.

fuckyeahtattoos:

I got this done by Colleen, at Illustrated Lady in Rome, Ny 

This is my mushroom and daisy tattoo for my Pop and Gram. Originally I was just going to get the mushroom. My grandfather passed away in 2007. So I decided when I turned 18 I wanted to get a tattoo for him but wasn’t sure what I wanted yet. So I got another one instead and eventually came up with this one. When I showed it to my grandmother she absolutely loved it :) My grandfather was a big fan of cooking and mushroom picking and grams favorite flowers are daisies. They both helped me through so much so I thought I’d get something to represent two of the most important people in my life. It’s by far my favorite tattoo.

The fact that I have any followers at all on here astounds me :p

OMG so longgggg. I’ve been really bad at this tumblr I am sorry. lol

So, I love all the shows I watch. But Parenthood….my god. I’m basically Amber. And every time I see things like this last episode I end up crying like a baby. Her Dad got her birthday cards for all the birthdays he missed when she was younger. And it just reminded me of the card I found yesterday while cleaning my room. My father wrote something along the lines of “I can’t believe what a wonderful young woman I have raised.” And as I was reading it out loud, my mom was standing there with me and I just started to cry a little. Because he didn’t raise me at all. He didn’t get to see me grow up and become the person I am. The GREAT person I am. He fucked it all up because he wanted to be on drugs and be out til all hours of the night. And when he was around he was just such a fucking douche bag and he hurt me and just….I hate him. I hate him. Why couldn’t he have just been there for me like I needed him to be damn it. I’d like to think I’m not one of those girls with Daddy issues. I’d like to think that I don’t give a shit about him and what he thinks of me but I do….I fucking do and I wish to god I didn’t! 

Wow, I haven’t been on here in forever!