Be not like me. I am alone.

My name is Maisie. I'm nineteen, living in a small town in Ontario, Canada. I have an extensive collection of piercings and small tattoos. I am happy.

I wash my hands of you all,
my slate is clean.
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phame:

keepcalmandtitsout:

positivelyindecent:

anabundanceofcolor:

lolsofunny:

wtf did i just watch 

wait a second

what

What….thefuck

I don’t…

even…

what…

who made this!?

My head is full of fuck!

What….

(Source: andrewbreitel, via vyrkin)

diablosita:

In the 19th Century having a photograph taken was a lengthy process. Frustrated by the difficulties of getting children to sit still long enough to snap a proper photo, photographers in the 1800’s conceived of a technique called “The Hidden Mother”. Draping a sheet over the mothers head in an attempt to camouflage her as a part of the furniture to better emphasize the child, the mother was then able to hold her infant and keep them still long enough for the camera to get an exposure. Vintage photographs already have a eerie feel to them, but these images of moms as cloaked phantoms take the creep factor to the next level.

(Source: geneparade, via indevilscastle)