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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.

fuckyeahjapanesebgirls:

Bgirl Nagi!

From Qween of Qweenz & Crowz Ensemble

michaelfaudet:

Just found out I got quoted in the Huffington Post.
Thank you Marisa Leigh. x

michaelfaudet:

Just found out I got quoted in the Huffington Post.

Thank you Marisa Leigh. x

Anonymous said: Why are you so gorgeous?! ;)

My momma helped out a bit :)

baby husky’s first time in the snow

supjerbear:

A successful person is willing to take risks in the interest of growth. 

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? 
The warmth of a latte cannot compare to the way you melt my heart. But yet you do it so effortlessly; without knowing that your simple “hello” contains the ability to make my blood rush in my veins, causing my heart to beat faster. 
I empty my cup, but it is filled with apprehension, because I don’t know how you truly feel. I lay in this dream, hoping that when you pinch me, my reality will be comprised of you. Your affection seems too good to be true, that I start to forget what real is… But then… in the midst of that illusion I realize that I need to wake up now…
I need some coffee.

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?
The warmth of a latte cannot compare to the way you melt my heart. But yet you do it so effortlessly; without knowing that your simple “hello” contains the ability to make my blood rush in my veins, causing my heart to beat faster.
I empty my cup, but it is filled with apprehension, because I don’t know how you truly feel. I lay in this dream, hoping that when you pinch me, my reality will be comprised of you. Your affection seems too good to be true, that I start to forget what real is… But then… in the midst of that illusion I realize that I need to wake up now…
I need some coffee.

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…
If I were to fall for anything in this world, it would have been for you. The pain was always temporary. And you taught me to get right back up. To strive to become better. To look at myself in the mirror and see a work of art and an artist collided into one. And even if it seems like you were only a thing of the past, you will always be the one that got me through the roughest patches. You will always be the one that taught me how to be free.

xyhroandy said: You're pretty

Tenk you :3