The name is DeAnna. I'm a 25 year old college student that resides in Atlanta, Georgia by way of Southern California. This site is a collection of old and new stuff I have scattered throughout my hard drive as well as the tidbits I find on the net. I'm very nice, although not too social. I'm not trying to be the next big thing happening or your new addiction. I just want to live MY life to MY fullest. I have somewhat of a fascination with erotic, "dirty", sexual artwork. Don't take me for some perverse freak. It's not that serious...really. Nothing vulgar. So please be warned.
Personal Digital Artwork-My face + A pregnant belly
I had to take a break. I had to step out of “the matrix”, and remind myself that updating a tumblr, twitter, and facebook page wasn’t really a part of my bigger picture. Or is it?
I remember when I was younger I was so ready to live like The Jetsons. Now I’m giving a side eye to new technology, like “what we need with a 3D television?” I think everything is moving so fast now.
We should bring dookie braids and overalls back.
I wish people would let my worst be my worst and stop comparing my bad days to another persons existence. Did that make sense?
Yo rappers…if ya’ll all talk the same, dress the same, and want the same things, I really only need to listen to one of ya’ll.
Pregnant women with serious attitude problems take the whole magic away from being pregnant.
I’ve been hit on by more white men in Atlanta, than I’ve ever been living in California. Not a bad thing by the way…
I want someone to leak a Nicki Minaj sex tape
I hate watching porn with the people all greased up in baby oil. Like no, stop, fuck, damn.
"Ester asked why people are sad.
‘That’s simple,’ says the old man. ‘They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people’s ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.’"Paulo Coelho, The Zahir (via browngirlbliss) (via artsysharlie)View →