my name is sarah.
im little.
i drive a black jeep!
i speak in sarah-isms, your welcome.
i have diagnosed myself with A.D.D.
my weapon of choice: sarcasm.
i change my purses more than you change your panties.
i have four piercings.
i order off the kids menu.
i still have a baby blanket && i love it more then yoou.
every song is my favorite song.
i dye my hair too much.
my ipod is my drug.
i would die w/o makeup.
i run on water and caffeine.
I laugh all the time and the things I do crack me up.
playing around in stores and getting weird looks is pretty much what i love to do.
my come backs are probably always gonna be- uhh something then your mom.
music is a big part of my life.

my ipod, piercings, eyeliner, photography, music, spooning♥, hoodies, purses, dancing, sarcasm, my flat iron, bows, hair clips.

flyleaf, avril, dollyrots, paramore, fall out boy, alanis morissette, ashlee simpson, fergie, brand new, christina aguilera, dashboard confessional, the early november, no doubt, hawthorne heights, the pussycat dolls, taking back sunday

gilmore girls [rip], grey's anatomy, the girls next door, south of nowhere, the hills, chelsea lately, one tree hill, rock of love 2, real world

I can’t eat anything, Without shoving my hands, down my throat, And I refuse to meet the world, without smearing on makeup, With my hair blinding my eyes, I can’t remember the, last time I’ve seen my own eyes, Or the color of my skin, Do you know what it’s like to, feel ugly all the time?, -Waltz Moore, From First To Last