Veeeeeee.

Having to stop myself reblogging everything Alysha Nett posts.

gusnyc:

Alysha Nett as Minnie Mouse by GustoNYC

Alysha is ridiculously beaut.

(via alysha)

alysha:

dats me

shot by damon loble

my wallpaper on my MacBook, iMac, iPad and iPhone…. no biggy. X

theblondelocks:

RE-BLOG/RE-POST/RE-TWEET THIS POST BETWEEN NOW AND 8PM TONIGHT AND YOUR NAME WILL GO INTO THE BLONDE LOCKS BAG FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A FREE TEE OF YOUR CHOICE!!!

DRAWING WILL TAKE PLACE MAY 11TH 

*keep in mind that we will be doing the name in the bag once a week and your name can go in ONCE per week/contest :)

Matthew Venis ( @MatthewVenis on twitterrrrrrr!)

so yeah, been a while tumblrfags.

alot of negativity on this page, and I’ve noticed, I can write some long arse fucking quality shit when under the influence of emotions.

but yeah, life’s up and down still.

fallen out with a loaaaaaaaaaddddd of people, shit happens.

lost a few friends, gained a few, lots of different people.

life’s changed, plans have changed;

back into golf.

still got college, then uni, either sports and exercise science or golf development and coaching.

say a year or 2 out of uni, then join the army.

people are like, no don’t join. well too bad, my life, my decision, always been in my mind, never had the balls to even think about it, but a close friend joining the artillery, has made me realise, that me doing nothing, isn’t helping our country.

seriously still wanna get inked! but with the army rulings, you’re not supposed to have too many tattoo’s and they can ask for why you’ve got them, and the meanings…

guardian angel; upper arm - obvious reasons, joining the army, and I’m kinda big on superstitions and what not.

dove with an olive branch; inside upper arm, just above the elbow - dove carrying an olive branch represents peace.

vincit amor patriae; the cuff to my 3/4 sleeve - Love of Country Conquers, obvious reasons.

my own design, almost heart like; somewhere within the sleeve - almost as if I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve, so cliché but it’s always been something I live by.

Vee, owwwwwwttttttttttttt.

sucha pretty girl, gone to waste.

just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach, jeeeez.

shitttttttttt.

I swear everytime I get pissed off or something along those lines, I come on here.

pretty much all I wanna do now is just join the army, shits got well, shit.

get my inks, find a decent girl who meets criteria, sort out my college, decide what uni course to do.

the plans I had, just got turned on their heads, siccccccccccck.

rant the fuck over.

everytime I’m overly ill, or pissed off at something, everything just comes out.

I’m fucked up, and I hate it.