ciaraperrone1996

Status: pinnaples.
Joined: June 6, 2013
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 362303
Location: america
Gender: F




My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Hey, I'm Ciara. I'm 17 years old and I have no life. This profile layout was originally by OneDirection but i edited it alot.





 

ciaraperrone1996's Favorite Quotes

i love oversized sweatshirts. it's like, am i fat or is this sweatshirt just too big? am i fat and the sweatshirt is just too big? you'll never know. 
Do you ever get the urge to clean your entire room and then
5 minutes after u start you’re like nah son and you just lay on the floor.






i have like 64 different laughs
all ranging from cute bunny giggles to run the kraken is upon us



 
Me: *Walks into ice cream parlor*
Me: *Braces self*
Me: I would like a vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles.
Me: Nailed it.


i don't friend zone people, i relationship zone them. you wanna be my friend? too bad, we're dating.

Today my dad was singing Christmas carols in the kitchen
Dad:
He knows how long you sleep in
Dad:He knows that you've been baked

Dad:
He knows you spend all day online so you better hope your grandma gets you something nice because Santa is done with your sh-t
Format chickittylover


happy holidays!
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THE TEENAGE YEARS

MY EXPECTATION being tall, social and outgoing, being pretty, having a nice body, carefree nights under the stars. tons of friends and being popular. going to parties, having freedom, hot guys liking me, being fashionable. getting my first kiss. having an interesting life. being happy and just having fun.
 

MY REALITY flat chested, awkward, shy, not very many friends. needs to wear makeup to feel even a little pretty. not a lot of nice clothes. often sad. an ássload of homework every night. anxiety. stress. no time to myself, always tired. short. no social life. very insecure. never being good enough for any guy i like. exhausted.
 

WHILE OTHER TEENAGERS are out with their friends, having fun and creating memories -
here i am sitting in my room on a friday evening crying until my head aches. i have no one who'll help make the crazy stories to tell to my grandchildren when they become teenagers. other teenagers meet the stereotype that "these years are the best years of your life", but i can come to the conclusion that these, are my years that are the emptiest, loneliest, and most painful.

And in the middle of the night 
I feel your heartbeat next to mine
it feels like a dream when you 
touch me