Dear _____,

Jasmine. Twenty-One. California. Free bird.

I'm a vegan and a math major.

I quite like: being witty, intelligent folks, people who spell correctly and know how to use a semi-colon, second-hand books, art galleries, late nights, the beach, tea, trees, Brand New, caffeiene, India ink, the city lights, being politically incorrect, tattoos, people with manners, daydreaming about moving and starting over.
This is where I post my artwork and the artwork of others that inspire me.


MINDJUNK
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I’m shutting down over here. I don’t like what my Tumblr has transformed into (which is a string of meaningless reblogs). So, this will be the last time I post on here. I’ll be popping up elsewhere on here under a different URL (not immediately, but eventually).

It’s been a nice few years on here, but looking back this has been nothing but a testimony to that one guy who broke me into a million pieces. I’m starting a new chapter in my life and I feel that closing down this site will help me start fresh.

Happy Winter Solstice, everyone.

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Sobbing. Just…sobbing.

(Source: yourpervertedneighbor, via troubled-states)

Well there goes my self-esteem. I’m going to crawl under a rock now kbye.

Well there goes my self-esteem. I’m going to crawl under a rock now kbye.

(Source: shrbr, via troubled-states)

rustybreak: Anatomy of an Angel by Damien Hirst.

rustybreak:

Anatomy of an Angel by Damien Hirst.

When I pulled up to my house for winter break, I didn’t expect to see a ‘For Sale’ sign in the front yard. I always feel shocked to see it when I get the mail as if it’s new everyday. Irony has a pair of bitter teeth. In order to keep a roof over our heads, my parents have sold bank owned homes for the past few years. Tables have turned and now we’re handing our keys over to the bank. I can’t think about it. It’s just a house. I keep telling myself that and most of all, I keep telling my mom that. If anything, we’re all staying strong for her.