Alisha Brianna Eddie
21 | Texas | Hairstylist | Single| Instagram: Alishabre
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
of you love me

So I fell in love with this kid about a year ago. That’s all he was to me at first was a kid. He was 16 and I was 18. I didn’t really think much of him until we started to hang out. He made me feel special, bought me flowers, danced with me, played with my hair, cuddled with me, painted my toe nails, went shopping with me, bought jewelry for me, laughed with/at me, encouraged me, cooked for me, traveled for me, kissed me passionately, and loved me.
I felt comfortable enough to tell him my past. Be 100% honest and let it all out. It felt good to have one person know everything I was ashamed of and be accepted. He didn’t tho…he couldn’t get over it. He would constantly bring my past up. Make me feel like complete shit. He never trusted me.
This post right here tho, this is it. This is the last time I’m going to put effort into thinking about you. We’ve blocked each other. Stopped talking to each other. I live 2000 miles away from you. So please for the love of God, don’t send me a text randomly saying you’re sorry you haven’t talked to me and that you think I cheated on. How fucking dare you! I loved you with all my heart. I thought of marrying you at one time and I know you did too. You never trusted me and still can’t. Love needs trust to succeed. So I hope the next girl that comes along can be trusted because you have a hell of a lot of trust issues to get over.
I could of easily spent the rest of my life with you if only you would of just accepted my past and wanted a future with me.


The Good Vibe

It was your little sisters birthday the other day. Yeah, that’s right…you forgot my birthday again. You would think one day out of the year you would call me, write me, or something. I tell dad I’m just used to it now but I’m heartbroken. Why don’t you care about me? I’ve babysat your kids. I’ve been through the divorces. I’ve been there…but you haven’t. 

Just know I love you and I’ll continue to love you till the day I die even if you don’t love me. 


Requiem for a Dream (2000)
dir. Darren Aronofsky

why do I always date glovers..?


Good Vibes HERE

My best friend and I are going to Vegas in May to celebrate our 21st birthdays. We wanted to make it a little more interesting tho…So we aren’t booking a hotel in advance. Yeah, that’s right. We have no where to stay.  We have no car either. Each night we are going to stay at a different hotel on the strip. We’re just two girls with a bunch of cash and wild, young spirit. haha we’ll see if I come back alive.

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