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I'm Zoe. I'm twenty one. This is me showing you the things that I like.

So I don't know what to put heree. I'm a twin, I'm 5'10, I love art and design and I am a very visual person, although I am not the most skilled artist ever. I do like to draw with chalk pastels every once in a while. I'll upload some pictures soon probablyy. HEY I UPLOADED THEM, Andd yeah =). Im from the bay area and currently going to school here sooo idk ask me how im doing once in a while.

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20 August 14

Reblogged: consulting-schnazzleberry

15 August 14

sweet-bitsy:

What if you were dating a moth prince and living in his kingdom and he knew how out of place you felt so he made you dozens of silk dresses and blankets and gave you lots of fuzzy shawls and scarves so you wouldn’t stand out so much and always said you were so beautiful you were glowing and occasionally bump right into your face because it was a little joke and he would pretend you were a light bulb and give you tiny kisses

Reblogged: oliviamacabre

29 July 14
Stop beating yourself up. You are a work in progress - which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.

Reblogged: sothisistwenty

27 July 14
That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.
— read that, again.  (via fridaynights-citylights)

(Source: angiellehcim)

Reblogged: areyou-done

23 July 14
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It’s like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down through the air and there’s a sickly moment of dark surprise.
— A Series of Unfortunate Events (Lemony Snicket)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

Reblogged: sothisistwenty

Posted: 10:27 PM

So my boyfriend is sick right now and he just made a joke and said “women should not be edumucated” and laughed so hard he had a coughing fit. This was like 5 minutes ago and I kid you not, he is STILL laughing uncontrollably. 

17 July 14

(Source: prettier-pale)

Reblogged: brandyusa

Posted: 12:38 AM

zebeau:

glaeciers:

This is by far my favorite cover of any song

reblogging this song everyday just cuz it’s so good

(Source: pacifye)

Reblogged: brandyusa

Posted: 12:22 AM
gildatheplant:

pomme-poire-peche:

useyourwordsasher:

cmtothemc:

theancientcistern:

omegaqueer:

thatlupa:

All it does is show me you have a superiority complex and deep rooted classist tendencies. I’ve been a waitress, a barista and a sales associate, so your talking down to others just tells me at one point you would’ve talked down to me. This guy in the queue tried to buy me a coffee today, after ripping into the guy behind the counter about his skills and his job. Don’t care what people do for a living, if you don’t treat ‘em like (very important) people when you deal with them, we can’t be friends.

"A person who is nice to you but cruel to the waiter isn’t a nice person."

I don’t understand how people don’t get this

It is terrifying. It means if you don’t adhere to their demands or if you make on little mistake, they can turn on you. I don’t deal with people who are nasty to others.

Fucking *this*.
http://notalwaysright.com/tip-of-the-entree-iceberg/27669



(It is a busy Saturday night. During the dinner rush, I have been dealing with a table of two 20-something year old men. The blonde one has found something to complain about every time I’ve walked by while the brown-haired one just blushes and stays quiet. They’ve finished their meal.)
Blonde Man: “Are you new here?”
Me: “No, sir. I’ve been a waitress here for two years and three years at [other restaurant] prior.”
Blonde Man: “Then you have no excuse for how terrible this service was. The salad was wilty, and the entree was way too cold, and you were nowhere to be found. Plus, this place is far too noisy; I could barely hear myself speak! Honestly, I get better service at a fast food place.”
Me: “I’m sorry you feel that way. While there isn’t much I can do about the noise, I did offer to bring you different food before, but you said no.”
Blonde Man: *waves me off* “Just bring me the check, and try not to be so slow about it for once.”
(I go and get the check, but when I return, the brown-haired man stands up and hands me a $20 bill.)
Brown-haired Man: “Here, this is your tip. He wasn’t going to give you one. As a former waiter myself, I thought you were doing a perfectly fine job. My food was great, and the service was fast even though you’re so busy right now.”
(He turns to his blonde companion.)
Brown-haired Man: “People like you made my job so much worse, especially for making us work that much harder for no tip. So thanks for the meal, but you can go ahead and delete my number because there will be no second date. And by the way,potjevleesch is supposed to be served cold, you idiot.”
(With that, he left the restaurant without his date. It made the whole night worth it, to see that blonde man speechless for once.)



Brown-haired Man is my hero.

gildatheplant:

pomme-poire-peche:

useyourwordsasher:

cmtothemc:

theancientcistern:

omegaqueer:

thatlupa:

All it does is show me you have a superiority complex and deep rooted classist tendencies. I’ve been a waitress, a barista and a sales associate, so your talking down to others just tells me at one point you would’ve talked down to me. This guy in the queue tried to buy me a coffee today, after ripping into the guy behind the counter about his skills and his job. Don’t care what people do for a living, if you don’t treat ‘em like (very important) people when you deal with them, we can’t be friends.

"A person who is nice to you but cruel to the waiter isn’t a nice person."

I don’t understand how people don’t get this

It is terrifying. It means if you don’t adhere to their demands or if you make on little mistake, they can turn on you. I don’t deal with people who are nasty to others.

Fucking *this*.

http://notalwaysright.com/tip-of-the-entree-iceberg/27669

(It is a busy Saturday night. During the dinner rush, I have been dealing with a table of two 20-something year old men. The blonde one has found something to complain about every time I’ve walked by while the brown-haired one just blushes and stays quiet. They’ve finished their meal.)

Blonde Man: “Are you new here?”

Me: “No, sir. I’ve been a waitress here for two years and three years at [other restaurant] prior.”

Blonde Man: “Then you have no excuse for how terrible this service was. The salad was wilty, and the entree was way too cold, and you were nowhere to be found. Plus, this place is far too noisy; I could barely hear myself speak! Honestly, I get better service at a fast food place.”

Me: “I’m sorry you feel that way. While there isn’t much I can do about the noise, I did offer to bring you different food before, but you said no.”

Blonde Man: *waves me off* “Just bring me the check, and try not to be so slow about it for once.”

(I go and get the check, but when I return, the brown-haired man stands up and hands me a $20 bill.)

Brown-haired Man: “Here, this is your tip. He wasn’t going to give you one. As a former waiter myself, I thought you were doing a perfectly fine job. My food was great, and the service was fast even though you’re so busy right now.”

(He turns to his blonde companion.)

Brown-haired Man: “People like you made my job so much worse, especially for making us work that much harder for no tip. So thanks for the meal, but you can go ahead and delete my number because there will be no second date. And by the way,potjevleesch is supposed to be served cold, you idiot.”

(With that, he left the restaurant without his date. It made the whole night worth it, to see that blonde man speechless for once.)

Brown-haired Man is my hero.

Reblogged: randomsaucewritings

14 July 14

master-bruce-wayne:

This is exactly why we have this technology

I squeed

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

Reblogged: fullmetalfisting

12 July 14
Be with someone who you don’t have to hide from, in any way. Whether it’s your morning face before you’ve put your make up on, an embarrassing story to tell about something that happened on your way home, or an ambition you’ve had since you were six… make sure you end up with someone who knows all of it and still loves you. A person you can tell your whole life to is a person worth spending a life with.
your-daisyfreshgirl (via psych-facts)

Reblogged: therockyroadsex

7 July 14
itsonlyyforever:

Don’t cry I said softlyI hate it when you cryand she looked at me like I couldput stars in the skyand I didn’t have the courage to tell herthat I am just a rockand yet she is this star  because sometimes the way she looks at memakes me feel like I can do anythingThere’s a poison in all of usand we fight to keep it at baythinking no one can see our demonsuntil there is someone who sees it alland chooses to return each dayIt was 4am and she peeled her mask awayand underneath she was tiredso she asked me to stayand I was too shy to tell hermy heart was over the linebecause I was already thinkingI could be hers and she could be mineI know we’re all just afraid hereto let someone inIt’s when they get too closeand knit themselves into your skinyou think where else can you goIf you see them in everything  I’ve been getting oldersorting though moments I cannot definebut she brings lightto a cave that is darkand I know it’s a signI am a solar systemwith crashing comets and star clustersand in all my piecesjoined together in my super novaI can feel a piece that isn’t even me anymoreIt’s her

itsonlyyforever:

Don’t cry I said softly
I hate it when you cry
and she looked at me like I could
put stars in the sky
and I didn’t have the courage to tell her
that I am just a rock
and yet she is this star  
because sometimes the way she looks at me
makes me feel like I can do anything
There’s a poison in all of us
and we fight to keep it at bay
thinking no one can see our demons
until there is someone who sees it all
and chooses to return each day
It was 4am and she peeled her mask away
and underneath she was tired
so she asked me to stay
and I was too shy to tell her
my heart was over the line
because I was already thinking
I could be hers and she could be mine
I know we’re all just afraid here
to let someone in
It’s when they get too close
and knit themselves into your skin
you think where else can you go
If you see them in everything  
I’ve been getting older
sorting though moments I cannot define
but she brings light
to a cave that is dark
and I know it’s a sign
I am a solar system
with crashing comets and star clusters
and in all my pieces
joined together in my super nova
I can feel a piece that isn’t even me anymore
It’s her

Reblogged: thekidsarealrightt

Posted: 1:12 AM

Your personality can 100% make or break how attractive I find you.

Posted: 12:28 AM
the-keepers-of-the-keys:

this is the best gif EVER

the little napoeon dynamite-esque “yes” at the end 

the-keepers-of-the-keys:

this is the best gif EVER

the little napoeon dynamite-esque “yes” at the end 

Reblogged: randomsaucewritings

6 July 14
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
— inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)

(Source: thelovewhisperer)

Reblogged: lesbowie

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh