Okay, so my messages aren’t working again.
It shows I have messages, but when I click it they are gone.
You think because I am still in high school that means I know nothing about the world?
I’m not a child. I’m not immature and I’m far from ignorant.
I grew up faster than most, I went out into the real world before most did.
The fact that you are saying this all while on anon proves that you are the immature one. And as for ignorance, you are showing how ignorant you are. You know nothing of me nor do you know a thing about my life, yet you think you can say that I am immature and ignorant and know nothing of the world I live in.
I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you are immature and ignorant. And for that reason, I feel really sorry for you because your life must be horrid having to deal with your own stupidity every waking hour of your life.
I do write. I am fairly good at it, but because of that, I do not want to post my writing publicly. I am a good writer, and when you just post your writing online when you have no copyright, literally anyone can take it and claim it as theirs and you can do nothing about it. So until I have money to copyright what I do, I will not post anything online.
That probably makes me sound really cocky, I know, but I do not want to risk someone stealing my words.
I may, however, post some of the lame stuff I write.
Hah, see, I’m a nerd and at random times, I feel the need to write essays, usually persuasive essays because I’m unbelievably lame and I love essays. I will watch a movie, get inspired by a theme in the movie or something, and go on to write a 10 page paper, citing the movie as inspiration for it, using examples from the movie and real life and what not. Haha.
I will also watch a movie and be inspired to write a paper on how horribly it was done or the fuck ups in the plot and what not. Essentially, it will be like a 5 page review of the movie in essay form, tearing it apart.
So if you want to see my ramblings in essay form, that I’m not scared of anyone stealing, sure. I could do that.
Hahah, this is by far the best message I’ve ever gotten.
And yes, I do follow you. Why did I try to put you in jail? Haha.
The idea of settling down, and living any large portion of my life in one place scares me.
I never want that to happen.
My Netflix just did the “Continue Playing” screen where you have to go up and hit the click button to keep playing, yet as I got up to go to the computer, the Continue Playing button clicked and it started playing.
My house is haunted by a ghost who loves How I Met Your Mother.
Take me to Topeka, give me some money to buy gasoline, and give me a box of matches.
If I lived anywhere near their headquarters I would not hesitate to burn it down.
And the second it was ashes, I’d go to the police, tell them what I’d done and whatever happens from there, happens. I’d obviously go to prison for arson, but I’d have no regrets. And once I got out, I’d find where they rebuilt their next headquarters if they didn’t do it in the same place, and I’d burn it again.
I would gladly do it if given the chance.
Hmm, or maybe I wouldn’t confess. Maybe I’d just do it and once they start rebuilding, I will just keep going back to burn whatever they get done down. I’d obviously get caught after a while, but whatever. I’d be happy.
I wouldn’t say me posting pictures of myself has made me more confident. It is empowering to know I have full control of my body and that I can show it as I please, but confidence doesn’t come from anyone but yourself. Compliments and insults are one in the same; some random person’s opinion of you that you never asked for. Yeah, it can be an ego boost sometimes, but confidence comes solely from yourself. Don’t start doing something just because you think it will help with that because there will always be people who think you are the most beautiful person in the world and there will always be people who think you are the most hideous person in the world. The only opinion that matters when it comes to your appearance is your own.
Hmm, I don’t know if I have any advice for people just starting out. When I started, I used this as my diary and a place to post pictures I found appealing. Ever since I changed the name of my blog to “Lesbianesque” though, I found that my follower count jumped up. So if you are looking to gain followers, a good name is were to start. It’s like the hook sentence at the beginning of an essay. It’s what draws people in and lets them know what you are about.
Also, tag your photos. Whatever you post or reblog, tag it with relevant tags. I forget to do it most of the time, but it will help get your blog out there. Oh, and if you find some awesome picture online and you want it on your blog, make sure to have a source and to put a disclaimer on your blog that you take no credit for work shown unless you specify that it is your own and if you post something that isn’t yours and the original owner asks you to remove it, then remove it, even if you’ve added the source. Don’t argue it.
Okay, so I’m pissed. Like what the fuck?
I was on StumbleUpon and it brought me to this website with a huge picture of this actress and underneath it says “How I Met Your Mother Finally Puts a Face to the Name. Spoiler Alert.”
NO! NO! NO! NO NO! NOT FUCKING OKAY.
I’m so mad.
You cannot say spoiler alert after you fucking show and tell what is going on. You do that before. You make it a link or something that you click and then go to that picture.
I’ve never felt so betrayed by the internet.
I want to murder however wrote that article and decided on how to put together that article.
I do. I fucking love Native American’s bone structure. Their beauty is unreal.
People of African descent I also find to be stunning. Oh and Indian people. And Brazilian women. Oh my. And Spanish women. And middle eastern women. And Italian.
Hah, I find a lot of people attractive, but seriously, people from those backgrounds tend to just be so fucking stunning.
When I was with her, underneath I had to wear lingerie. On top, I had to wear something she thought was sexy.
When I wasn’t with her, I just wore normal underwear that I usually wear. On top, I wore just normal clothes. Nothing revealing.
Btw, I understand your curiosity, but I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It was a bad part of my past and thinking about it too much just isn’t good for me.
I won’t be answering anymore questions about my past abusive relationships.
None of mine have ever lasted longer than 4 months, but yeah. Very similar to that. I’ve had an ex that did my makeup for me, if I didn’t first. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house with her without a full face of makeup. If she wasn’t around though, I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup. I was only allowed to look presentable to her.
They tell me who I can have contact with. Delete contacts in my phone, deactivate my facebook, tell me what I can wear, I have to ask permission before doing anything, especially drinking or doing drugs. Usually I’m not allowed to drink or do drugs unless they are there. If I forget to ask and they find out, it isn’t too good for me.