Now clad in fried-to-fuck, bleached hair, I feel like a tattooed, chubby Monroe.

Except, Marilyn never had Asian eyes, despite her non-Asian ethnic background. 

 Hello, sometimes I try to create rings of smoke using only my pathetic mouth and a pipe. Sometimes, I fail terribly.

 The subjects in this photo are two of the most incredibly (and somewhat annoyingly) outgoing people you’d ever have the displeasure of meeting. They both regularly partake in the delivery of terrible jokes, moronic conversation, and effortless smiles that cease to end until four hours past the smile-inducing event. The subjects in this photo are two of the most externally happy people plaguing the Earth.

 This photo was neither staged, nor discussed, prior to its capture. 
 This photo captures the single second in the past night that we had ceased to smile. 

 Hello, this is a picture that has been technologically painted in extreme hues of orange and red. This is a male that I know, and a male that you don’t. This is me with red hair and copious amounts of eye make-up, standing awkwardly close to a male that I know, and a male that you don’t.

I just wanted to remind myself of the time my mother found my Tumblr & left me a gorgeous message.

God of all the tremendously unimportant, petty dramas.

 This man is supposed to be my partner. This man is also supposed to be recovering from his four-year-long meth addiction.
 I don’t see either of them lasting for long, and I am letting Tumblr know this. It is clearly vital information for all of your lives. 

 Regardless of how incredible he may be as an individual and part of a business, this man who is supposed to be my partner consistently attempts to publically display his “superiority” over me. 
 My most treasured rule - a title it will hold for the entirety of my existence - is that no single person can tell another being that they are better than them. It is an antiquated concept based on the need to fuel one’s ego; a social disaster which was decreased with the aboltion of slavery laws, apartheid, and sexism in society.
 Sure, if he was from a different ethnicity in which women were treated as nothing more than fuck toys and vaccuums, that’d be fine. I’d understand. This cunt is as fuckin’ True Blue Aussie as this sentence.

 Also, I am entirely down with people using recreational drugs and abusing medication (as you’ve probably noticed) if they so choose, but when it comes to relationships, there are two people involved. Instantly. 
 I don’t want to be pursuing a relationship that has no definite end when my “better” half is constantly smoking up around me. In addition to that, I would never have encouraged him to stop (even if we had been dating) unless he had told me he was determined to quit.

Note: the man who is supposed to be my partner and I are both currently buzzed as fuck. 

Because I’m a sentimental motherfucker, I turned some of my dead great-grandmother’s pendants into jewelery.