Just your average everyday girl. So many thoughts in my head that needs to be written. Dance is my form of expressing things that can't be said. Reblogs things that make me laugh and smile. I don't need to look like everyone else, I have my own style.
I am Michelle.
19.College life. Hello kitty. Shoe head. Dancer. Bgirl. Piano. Poetry. Music. F.Y.F.G Gang/ Fam '12
Love me. Hate me. Deal with it.
Anonymous said: Why are you so gorgeous?! ;)
My momma helped out a bit :)
Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw.
My lips press against this coffee cup, allowing my mind to wander and think of you… What if it were your lips that I stain with red instead?
I met you for a reason. Even if things didn’t work out the way I had hoped they would, I finally see the reason why I met you. You taught me about self worth, and to push harder for the things that I really want. I thought God put you in my life for another reason. But here is the reason, you were the push I needed, the motivation that got me to strive to be better and not settle for good enough.
I miss waking up in the morning to stretch, and blasting Madcon on the speakers; so that the vibration coming from the beats could seep through my veins, and into my soul. I miss the sound of concrete; when my shoes scrape it’s surface, as the rocks crumbled beneath, while the world would bend back and forth for me. I miss forgetting. Forgetting the world, forgetting who’s watching, and letting go of every emotion that’s been consuming me inside… I miss falling…