i think i’m gonna make a new account. tumblr keeps saying i reblogged this thing & i’m loosing followers.
just keep breathing.
Imagine me. A girl named Christina. 5'2 with the world in her pocket. A Holga camera in one hand and a balloon in the other. Imagine a sand castle with a girl standing right next to it. She crushes it and walks on. Imagine me, coloring the world with a box of crayola crayons. Imagine me.
I'm Christina.
Easy right? Not that easy though.
I eat, breathe, sleep music.
I'm not one of those girls.
You know, the ones that you talk to who's all like "You're so gorgeous", "No you are!".
If you are looking for that type, you may want to click off my page.
I don't get along with most girls.
I don't chase after guys or immediately flirt with them seeing their "attractive" looking.
There's more than meets the eye.
No, I don't care to please people or spend my life flirting and looking cute.
To be honest, I'm highly self centered, conceited, blunt, and colorful.
I don't particularly fancy myself without make up. But that doesn't mean, I think I'm ugly.
I try to capture the world in my hands.
I would like to think I get closer and closer to accomplishing my goal, everyday.
I'm an Indie lover. Blast, it's wonderous.
I speak fairly fluent Spanish.
One day I'm going to move to China or India.
I'm in love with the word love.
I like to notice beauty in everything around me.
Although I'm not good with words, I love talking to people. Meeting new people.
So, here I am, Christina.
Take me or leave me.
I will not apologize for not being good enough but rather I will thank you. Someone like you, is not some I want in my life.
But if I am good enough for you, maybe someday, we will become friends.
I'm Christina. Imagine me. Or rather remember me.
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