Blueberry Nocturne

I make art.
Huge nerd.
Certified Genius.
I'm offensive.
Self-Proclaimed Sexpot.
Pole Dancing Freak.
Body positive as fuck.
Pants suck.
I'm a Graphic Design/Marketing major.

Former Illustration editor for Tumblr.

I don't make sense.


Y’all don’t even want to know how fucked up it looks in real life

Y’all don’t even want to know how fucked up it looks in real life

Posted 31 minutes ago

more fun facts about my failed attempt at my hair:

Only the roots are lifting. Oh… Joy. Now I just have blonde roots.

Ok never doing this myself again.

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Guess who’s half way through bleaching her hair and out of bleach?

This guy.

I’ve got a shit ton of hair.

I can’t wait for sweater weather

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what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?

one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean

#i’ve told this joke a million times and it NEVER fails
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Didn’t work out for 10 days; gained 10 pounds


There’s a reason I usually work out 6 days a week.

I’m like, in awe, at how QUICKLY I gained 10 lbs. Whoa.

I have some serious laziness skills.

Posted 12 hours ago
I ran across this gem on SW tonight

I ran across this gem on SW tonight

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We love lazy Sundays.


We love lazy Sundays.

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All of these

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Me waitin for the little green man so I can cross the street


Me waitin for the little green man so I can cross the street

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TW: Rape, sexual assault

This may be a big surprise to people who know me in real life because I do not talk about this.

It’s been exactly 3 years since I was date raped and I was going to talk about how much better I’m doing now but you know what… It still fucking sucks. I get triggered constantly and break into tears, and god forbid anyone ever dare touch the top of my head. I can’t. With time I’m triggered less and less but it still hurts the same on the inside just as much every time I remember.

I wish I’d said something when it happened, but you know what? I honestly thought it was my fault for the longest time. I was terrified to tell my parents, and should have gone to the hospital and put that shit stain in jail. But I was scared no one would believe me.

I was still 17, and unfortunately I had no clue what to do. Now I know better. It took me months before I broke down and told my mother after I spiraled into a deep depression and failed my first semester of college.

To this day my greatest regret is that I never filed charges, no police report, I just suffered in silence. I assumed it was my fault and nothing would happen because it would just be a “he said she said” thing since I waited so long to get anyone’s help. I wish WISH I could go back in time and tell myself it was going to be ok, call the police, you’re a fucking minor for fucks sake just call the police. But it doesn’t work like that.

I don’t know exactly why I’m writing this but getting it off my chest is helping. I’ve been having anxiety attacks all week. I just can’t handle the rush of emotion this week. I hope there’s a day when I can go past the anniversary and not relive the horror inside my head over and over.

I know I’m getting better... but it still sucks.

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