youareinmygalaxy: Going out, in the summer mood! 

barbie-foreveryoung asked: wow so you are 15? (: ♥

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fiona’s such a babe lv her 4eva xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Dr Pepper n Vodka alwayz
iya
Why am I so bald
ramirezdahmerbundy: The night of was 5 August 1985 was hot and humid in the residential suburbs of Los Angeles. Thousands of families were tucked up for the night, oblivious to any unseen dangers lurking outside their homes. Christopher Petersen, a truck driver, and his wife Virginia, a postal worker, were asleep in their one-storey home five miles from the Simi Valley freeway, when Virginia’s rest was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of an intruder. Sitting up in bed, she called out, “Who are you? What do you want?” Virginia froze in horror as she heard the intruder laugh, and saw the gun he was pointing at her. There was a shot, and she felt her face explode. The bullet had entered her cheek, just missing her left eye, and passed through the back of her head. As Christopher Petersen leaped to his wife’s defence a second shot rang out. This time the bullet from the intruder’s gun passed through his temple, lodging at the base of his brain. In the next room, the Petersens’ young daugter called out, “Mommy, what’s going on?” Amazingly, the Petersens had survived. Virginia felt no pain, and thought that they had been hit with a stun gun. Blood poured from Christopher Petersen’s head, but he was not finished yet. A big, strong man, he flew into a rage when he heard the intruder laughing. He dived out of the bed and chased him from the bedroom. Suddenly it was his assailant’s turn to feel scared. Panicked, he ran from the house, firing twice as he fled. The kille, named Richard Ramirez whom all California had come to fear had been put to flight by a man with a bullet in his head.