Ahem, hi. I have a pretty long name, and I’m kind of sort of proud of it, and I cannot handle the urge to brag it. So yeah, my name is Avinda Tasha Astree Vielandy. I’m 16 and no, I’m not pregnant or throwing a sweet sixteen birthday party.

So, when I was in my mum’s tummy, she told me everything about the outside. I was too eager to see the world, that’s why I was born premature. I should’ve waited for the 2 damn months. But, bitch please, I could handle it.

I had had a heart issue, been in an-almost-deadly accident, and had a surgery. And now I’m (still) alive. Yay for me.

Um then, I hate reality. Cause, you know, reality kind of breaks my heart. Like when I drew my grandma a picture of mermaid, instead of saying “It’s beautiful!” or “I like it!” or anything a grandma would said when her grandchild draws her a picture, she said “Mermaid isn’t real, Tasha” I would have cried that day, but I didn’t.

Oh oh. I’m not good with relationship and stuff. No. I hate relationship. I screw things up. I have a fear of trusting people (especially boys). I have a fear of being left. I’m allergic to the L word. Seriously. I can pretty much see the pattern of my so-called love life.

My hair is so straight. I sometime wish that it’s not as straight as my sexuality. And I sometime wonder if a flat iron could straighten my sexuality.

I have a dimple. So, yeah, cheers. And um I make obnoxious gifs of me. deal with it. and yeah here are some dirty pictures of me *click*

to infinity and beyotch, safe! *smooches*