Amandeep

Hey my names Amandeep, and i really just don't give a fuck

awkward-little-shit asked: way to not answer my beautifully written text you JERK. you're so lucky it's your birthday -_-

Wait for it….

fly, get with mila kunis/megan fox/any other super attractive celebrity i want, be invisible, breathe underwater, fucking everything dude, teleport….. breathe in space

fly, get with mila kunis/megan fox/any other super attractive celebrity i want, be invisible, breathe underwater, fucking everything dude, teleport….. breathe in space

(via vid)

Mom.. wtf

MOM DO NOT COME TO MY ROOM TO TAKE A GOD DAMN POOP, I SWEAR, BTW TURNING THE SINK ON DOES NOTHING I CAN STILL HEAR YOU JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING, FUCK. AT LEAST DO IT WHILE I’M NOT WITHIN EARSHOT JEEZ, MY VIRGIN EARS….

Genuine ads?

So on facebook im getting these weird ads, and I’m like wtf is that? So I started asking some people and apparently no one else has these, they’re kind of annoying so i stopped and was like hmm Is it Facebook? Or am I just watching too much porn? I don’t think I watch that much. FUCK I NEED TO KNOW.

muscle-bones: acciocutebutt: acciocutebutt:   I’m feeling ballsy tonight. And happy.   I have a big stomach. I have stretch marks all over it, and on my arms and my neck. I can’t run a mile, I can barely walk it. I have zits all over my face. But I am beautiful. I’m also stubborn. I can be extremely pig-headed. I hate geometry. I will never be a tall, blonde, tiny, girl. It’s just not who I am. I have a sailor’s mouth. I don’t get grossed out by anything (so I forget other people do and talk about weird/gross things like zit popping and bloody stuff around them). But I am still beautiful.   I am kind, caring, sweet, attentive, supportive, loving, and loyal. . I make one hell of a friend. I’m the kind of person who would die for you. I have a good taste in music, and I’m a *decent* drummer. Drumming is one of the few things I pick up easily. I just get it. I don’t *get* other stuff. But I work hard to be good at whatever I choose to pursue. I have a thirst for knowledge. I never want to be ignorant in any subject. I’m a damn good cook (I can even make a lot of healthy, good-tasting stuff!) I’m funny. I’m a great hugger to boot. I always keep my room clean. I don’t fight with my mom.      All of these things make me who I am. And even when I have days when I don’t feel like it, I am beautiful. I am stunning. I never want to be someone other than me. Because I am beautiful. I’m beautiful at 279 pounds, I would be beautiful at 400 pounds, and I will be beautiful at 120 pounds. And you are, too. Just bringing this back around because I’m really freaking proud of this post. One of my favoritest posts. That girl deserves a fucking medal.

muscle-bones:

acciocutebutt:

acciocutebutt:

  I’m feeling ballsy tonight. And happy.

  I have a big stomach. I have stretch marks all over it, and on my arms and my neck. I can’t run a mile, I can barely walk it. I have zits all over my face. But I am beautiful.

I’m also stubborn. I can be extremely pig-headed. I hate geometry. I will never be a tall, blonde, tiny, girl. It’s just not who I am. I have a sailor’s mouth. I don’t get grossed out by anything (so I forget other people do and talk about weird/gross things like zit popping and bloody stuff around them). But I am still beautiful.

  I am kind, caring, sweet, attentive, supportive, loving, and loyal. . I make one hell of a friend. I’m the kind of person who would die for you. I have a good taste in music, and I’m a *decent* drummer. Drumming is one of the few things I pick up easily. I just get it. I don’t *get* other stuff. But I work hard to be good at whatever I choose to pursue. I have a thirst for knowledge. I never want to be ignorant in any subject. I’m a damn good cook (I can even make a lot of healthy, good-tasting stuff!) I’m funny. I’m a great hugger to boot. I always keep my room clean. I don’t fight with my mom. 
 


  All of these things make me who I am. And even when I have days when I don’t feel like it, I am beautiful. I am stunning. I never want to be someone other than me. Because I am beautiful. I’m beautiful at 279 pounds, I would be beautiful at 400 pounds, and I will be beautiful at 120 pounds.

And you are, too.

Just bringing this back around because I’m really freaking proud of this post.

One of my favoritest posts.

That girl deserves a fucking medal.