My name is Yasmina. I live in Germany and I hate when people think They know me. If you think this is a suicide blog, you are definitely wrong.
Why do people think they only can be beautiful if they’re skinny! oh my god fuck u you can be fucking fat and beautiful as hell!
Please shut the Fuck up!
Food is fucking Good!I’m sorry but I’m fucking angry about this fucking people
It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out. And it’s sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.