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~classy lady stoner. // sassmaster 420 ~
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lok'tar ogar,
My name is Briana.
I'm 23
stop being fuckasses and dont save my photos that don't belong to you, art or otherwise, i will find out if you are using my photos without permission so please just don't.
blog of the month : smileyvamp / wishlist / art tag / pictures of me / weed / glass porn / ask me shit / submit / past submissions
instagram&snapchat: brianakeller if you send me your dick im blocking you instantly
if you are easily triggered please leave
this blog isn't for children, so if you're under 18 you need to leave. i will block you if i catch you following me & are under 18.
if for some reason i have liked or reblogged your photo/post & you are underaged please let me know so i can remove it, thank you.
though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i will fear no evil, for i am the baddest fucking bitch in the god damn valley.
and i am not afraid.
pansexual, not interested in you. i'm a homeowner. feminist. i make and sell jewelry, candles, paintings, home decor & more.
i love aliens, monsters, mythological creatures, ghosts, spooky things and cryptozoology.
i love taking photos. i have a nikon d5000 otherwise it's probably from my phone
this is a personal blog, i just post a lot of other stuff. don't follow to unfollow.
if you unfollow after my giveaways you do not qualify for others. i save all lists so nobody can win twice.
i don't follow everyone back, it's not possible, sorry.
don't ask me to follow you. if you want me to follow you, upload photos/videos and use my tag #godshideouscreation or #classyladystoner
if you're going to send hatemail, don't bother, i'm just going to block you. i'm actually pretty nice, as long as you're not mean to me first. i'm always here if you need to listen. i believe in only spreading good vibes, i do not send hatemail and i do not tolerate anyone who sends it.
stop telling me weed is bad, i smoke it medically for anxiety, depression, my eating disorder, sleep, stomach aches, and i don't care what you have to say.
yes i am bipolar, yes sometimes i will act like i am bipolar, if you dont like that please go away instead of being a piece of shit towards me.
yes, i have 40,000+ followers and i probably want to promote your product if there's something in it for me so just shoot me an ask
i am a feeling & i will never end.
i do not consent to seeing your genitals or having gross comments added to my photos, please keep your kink off my stuff. i am not your sub, babygirl, princess or any other pet names. i am not into dd/lg, nor do i care if you are, just keep your related comments off my photos please-- i just like pink shit and getting tied up and choked. thanks.
Me hunting with my vampire friends: cracking open a boy with the cold ones
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Frogs are hilarious I mean they’re mostly just a mouth but with just enough leg to throw the mouth at food
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CHILD: why are there tides?
ME: the moon is trying to steal our water but it’s very bad at it
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unstoppable force (my compulsive need to overshare) vs. immovable object (my paranoia that saying anything will cause everyone to hate me)
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We had a lot of rain this winter, more than what we’re used to. It brought water back to our waterfalls and flowers back to our hills. Southern California is covered in wildflowers. (taniainnature)
This makes my heart fucking sing
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Someone wanna smoke with me? 🙃🌻
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was driving with my girlfriend and spotted a vulture with a broken wing standing on the side of the road. there was an animal hospital nearby with a wildlife unit so we pulled over and picked it up and drove it to tufts. i think its got a good chance at survival and it feels good to have been able to make the call and help an injured wild animal out
the funniest part of this was showing up at the Tufts emergency room with all these average folks with their dogs sitting politely on leashes in the waiting room and us being two very sweaty, disheveled haggy dykes who are bursting in and nearly running up to the desk holding a vulture in nothing but our bare hands and the look of extreme shock and horror on everybody’s face
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is anyone else always covered in mysterious bruises, or is that just me?