Amanda Rae. New Jersey. Ridiculous. Mulatta. Brash and hopeful. Fat, and giving a limited number of fucks about your thoughts on that. A perpetual hot mess with an amazing head on her shoulders. Mellow, self-realized, and everyone's big sister. This blog is a consistent photo blog. And by consistent, I mean I post a fuckload. Dirty shit, pretty shit, retro shit, sentimental shit, kitschy shit, tattoos, movies, alcohol, redheads, memes, photography, fashion, fatshion, celebrities, quotes, shoes, bands, beautiful people, drugs, sarcasm, body image, designers, lyrics, pop culture, cars, piercings, lulz, music, dreads, sex, fandoms, makeup, and anything else I feel like. Welcome to everything I happen to find beautiful. This tumblr is for things that make me feel something; mostly photographs. My words can be found elsewhere.
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Haaaalp me.
I feel like a bit of an asshole even doing this, but I have a lot of friends who it’s worked for so I decided to give it a shot. I’m currently living in Los Angeles and am planning on going back home to New Jersey at the end of June. However, I’m currently living on a very limited budget and really want to secure myself a flight home before the prices continue to rise, and I end up stranded. Any little bit helps, so if you have an extra few dollars to throw my way, I’d really appreciate it, and I’ll do whatever I can for you in return. Don’t feel at all obligated, of course, I’ll still adore all of you just the same. Donate button is at the top of my page, or send anything you can directly to amandaraejones1@yahoo.com. Thank you, thank you, thank you! xx
Sometimes
I get really sad that I’m not home and there for you in case you need me.
But then I realize that if I were home, you wouldn’t be spending your time with me anyway.
#personal #reaveyismyrealname #faux--heart #imaginarybeings #halfgenius
Something that makes you happy. <3 #photoadaymay (Taken with instagram)
Attending Tyler Shields’ private gallery opening in a little over a week.
Fucking terrified at the prospect of holding my shit together around all the people who will be attending.

I don’t even want a boyfriend. I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time and thinks I’m the best person in the world and wants to have sex with only me. And it makes me feel very stupid to tell you this because it makes me sound like a girl who wants to like, go to brunch. And I don’t really want to go to brunch and I don’t want to have you like sit on the couch while I shop or even meet my friends.
So basically,
I came to Los Angeles for a week and a half of vacation and due to a series of events, both unfortunate, but mostly fortunate and amazing, I am now living here for two months. It’s exactly what I need right now and I’m so unbelievably excited and terrified. If there has ever been a better use of the term YOLO, I’d really like to hear it. :)
Lumos using my ass as a lounge chair, nbd. (Taken with instagram)
I leave for Los Angeles tomorrow and I’m not even packed.
Procrastinating hard as fuq.


UM, that Tripp leopard pencil skirt is definitely from Torrid and it was on my wish list but then it sold out and that’s probably because they bought it for Mercedes. -___-
Also, I have Artie’s jacket. :)
Using the ‘photos of me’ section of my tumblr as a lookbook when I’m going out and don’t know what to wear…






