My name's Alisa, and I'm 18. HTX reppin; currently in ATX. More about me in the links.




this week’s hair color is brought to you by sunsets after a week of rain in june

Wow what this is amazing

(via bellecosby)




Putting on makeup is such a spiritual experience I watch myself go from a 3 to a 9 right in front of my mirror I love it

no, if you are putting on makeup, I don’t care who you are or what you look like, you go from about a 10 to 1

keep talking shit you gonna go from a basic ass 2 to a 6-feet-under

(via dutchster)


if we go to a restaurant and have to choose between a table or a booth and you say table i will never trust you again

(via krabkakes15)

For the longest time, I wanted a tattoo on my left wrist to represent the struggles I have overcome. I turned symbol after symbol over in my head, weighing its relevance to my particular situation, but nothing fit the way I wanted it to. What better, though, to symbolize a battle than a scar? What better mark to bear as a reminder? I wear mine now with pride. Their simplicity, their delicacy, their subtly all hold perfectly the intricacies that I wish I could convey with words. Their quiet harshness and unforgiving lines serve as a memorial to the difficulty with which they were won.

I love my scars, I wouldn’t cover them to save the world.

We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s. —Kifah Shah (via lazyteen)

(Source: ivicus, via unbelievers-united)