Erin. Eighteen. New York. Straight. Taken. Christian (the non-asshole type). 4/20 birthdate. Reader. Dreamer. Tattooed. Pierced. Gauged. Fan of many musics. Here's what my face looks like. Recovered from self-harm, depression. Still working on anxiety. Always happy to help a fellow tumblrian. Fandom blogger turned accidental hipster = Shipster. Follow me on twitter! Friend me on facebook! And here's a little bit more about me... We are the reckless, we are the wild youth.
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful — and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick; but then there’s other people. And you meet them and you think, “Not bad, they’re okay,” and when you get to know them … their face just, sort of, becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it, and they just — they turn into something so beautiful.