23. Hate my job. Love my friends, all 4 of them.
Recommend me your miracle products for fly aways and frizz please.
I’m quitting. I don’t want to.
I’ll stop posting pictures of myself now. SOZ GUYZ.

I hadn’t seen my best friend for a while so I sent her a picture of how I felt about that.

Half a face of make up. Odd, no?
Me in uni, me now.

Now, we lounge.
Macy’s department store employee Janet Steurer’s feet tired after selling imitation pearls all day, 1948;
by Nina Leen.
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there’s so much i don’t understand about this picture
(via fill-the-silence)
i’m not “cute” awkward.
i’m “what the hell is wrong with you” awkward.
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If you aren’t following me on instagram, what exactly are you doing with your life?
My username is hitnmiff. Come entertain me.
That bottom.
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