DarkStarChild
All about Tash ... the inner StarChild!!
Hi, I am a 26 yr old girl, living in a world of my own! Nah, I am from Cape Town, South Africa and moving to JHB next month, where I can build a beautiful life with my angelluv @aquarius82).
I believe that there is a little bit of darkness in everyone of us and that, however, is not a bad thing! It is all about the way you look at a person's perception!
Feel free to submit to my dashboard or to drop something in my askbox and I will gladly respond!
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Photo reblogged from Stay Brutal
When you reach the point where words can’t say enough …
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Photo reblogged from Sanity turns to Vanity.
April 2012 - Friday the freaking thirteenth at 06H00!!
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Please follow my new tumblr @ http://darkchildtash.tumblr.com/
Thanks so much!!
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Quote reblogged from Close your eyes, clear your heart, let it go...I realize now that when your heart breaks, you’ve got to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive, because you are. And that pain you feel? That’s life. The confusion and fear? That’s there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.One Tree Hill
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http://darkstarchild.blogspot.com/
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Post reblogged from That Funny blog
and I go up to them like
And they’re like
“WHAT?”
I’m like
damn nevermind
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Photo reblogged from fuck yeah nail polish
My Romance by Deborah Lippmann
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Photo reblogged from I am small and needy.
Too powerful not to reblog …
For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.
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To me, you are the brush of fingers against each other, if only for a moment, as I’m handed the glass. You are the flutter of the heart when the soft, dewy skin touches skin for just a millisecond too long. You are the wind blowing gently over the beach, that thin layer of traveling sand that brushes against me as I fall asleep to the sound of the waves.
You are laughing, laughing so hard I can’t see through my tears, laughing so hard I need to sit down for a moment. You are the happy ache in my side from laughter that comes in gales and waves and only gets worse as you try to stop it. You are that moment when I’m being held down and tickled and legitimately wondering if anyone has ever died from being tickled too hard. You are the cries of “Stop it!” that can barely be understood through the squeals of open laughter.
You are these things, you see. But I’ll be polite; I’ll resist the urge to grab you and shake you until you see yourself the way I do. I’ll let you go on thinking you’re just some ordinary human, if you want to. I understand, it must be easier that way. What you are to me!
