Friends that ignore you when you show them something that you’re really excited about and then expect you to be super interested in every little thing they do are painful friends to have. Ditch them.


“I don’t know. I maybe had a first love and had my heart broken, but reflecting on it, I don’t think that was love. I think that was just me being fifteen and going, “Oh my gosh! I know I’m in love. I’m going to marry him.” So I don’t think that was love. I think as I’m getting older and having more in-depth relationships, maybe I’ll experience it. At the moment, I don’t know, exactly, if I’ve been in love. I’m very emotional. When I went through my first breakup, I thought it was the end of the world, and I thought I was going to die if I didn’t have him in my life. It was good to cry it out, and just scream, or call my friends in the middle of the night crying. You can’t shut down, you can’t say, ‘What can I do to make this go away?’. You have to let it be painful and get through it. Every day gets better. Because when you’re in love, you kind of give everything and make that person your life. So every day you get more and more of yourself back, and it feels better.”


So, just like si4feet who I called out the other day, I’ve also scored a new model named Becca, except this one is a real person! Some of you may already know her from her personal page where she posts the occasional foot pic (It’s not a foot blog though so don’t bother messaging her with requests and stuff) which is how I met her. We’ve been chatting for  a little while now and it turns out she lives pretty close by. So the other day we decided to add each other on Facebook, and once we both get some free time we’re gonna meet up and do a little shoot for my tumblr! She even sent these pics (along with a few others which I’ll post later) as a little teaser for her debut!

You turned my blood black, and now all I can do is spew every part of me into fucking poetry that screams your name.
—  I am the pen you gripped too tightly, that gave you sore bruises, that crushed your fingers. to let you go #6