January 29, 2012
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Oh dear

Please don’t misunderstand. I’m really trying.

This is why I never complained before. Everyone else has got it so bad that I can’t worry about myself, but when I actually do get the chance to do so—when I tell myself, hey, “you’ve got to be kind to yourself” (lol Zooey Deschanel)—everyone else’s drama comes up and I fee like shit for even complaining.

I want to wait until the cramps pass and my coughing goes away and my head stops spinning and my this and that does whatever, but there’s no time for that is there?

I’m sorry to disappoint. I’ll work harder, I swear. 

January 18, 2012
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The Thief Of Blood: Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.

ryuuen:

zaznayka:

regulardudetier:

ferocity:

digitonicelectronic:

usher-of-light:

t-nod:

hephaestus:

onionleeks:

i busted my knee open while hiking and I didn’t even feel it because I was numb from the hail storm.

i bumped into one of the many large furniture in my…

I have one on my neck. There was a big mole there and it was big enough to bother me, because i couldn’t wear chains or anything on my neck. So we made a surgery and now I have a little scar on that place.

I have a huge diagonal scar on my right wrist, and often people think that I cut myself when they see it. But, I got the scar a few years back when one of my rabbits scratched my arm, when we were cutting off it’s leg. Our dog had attacked it, and mauled it’s leg— that the bone the broken, and the leg was just dangling and attached with a few strands of muscles. Instead of leaving it that way, we decided to cut it off completely. I held down my poor pet while my dad cut it off, but of course, it was painful for the poor thing so it thrashed about and scratched me rather deeply. The scar still hasn’t fully healed/disappear, and she was a brave little bunny :(

I went to a beach on this tiny island with my cousins and shit when I was like, 6-7 then I slipped on the sand on my way into the water and landed on sharp dead coral. On the bangka ride home, my bum was just kinna bleeding away while they shut me up with sugar donuts. I’ve got a tiny keloid on my ass now.

I’ve got a tiny scar on my left index finger from catching a marble table and getting cut by the rusty metal that was supposed to hold it up. HAHAHA. 

(Source: crazyforkicks)

January 13, 2012
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irichi asked: nieeeeece omg your mom's the same as my mom :c yes, I am 23 but she still won't allow me to go far, far away, and she most especially dislikes me hanging out with internet people OTL :c but anyway, I hope your parents try to understand :c

Thanks ;3;! Ugh I don’t understand why everything is suddenly more complicated. ghakjldshgkj

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demi asked: That's a bit odd that your mom wants you to live independently and far away too, after college but goes ballistic with keeping you at home right now @______@

‘di naman ballistic. It’s more like, gdi I’m used to living a certain way then suddenly aaaaaaaaaa ;3;

Love you mehnnn <3

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HEY, PARENTS, I LOVE YOU GUYS BUT—

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE (let me, let me, let me get what I want~).

IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SOMETHING I DO, DON’T LET ME DO IT FOR WEEKS UPON WEEKS UPON WEEKS THEN SUDDENLY, take it away.

THIS MAKES NO SENSE.

I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME? I mean, okay, I guess I can understand where you’re coming from. FINE. But seriously, I’ve been staying at other people’s houses since I was fucking, FOUR. Now, what the fuck, once a month? Or not at all? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? IS IT GAS? BECAUSE I CAN COMMUTE. I’LL LUG A PAIR OF PANTS AROUND, JESUS. IS IT BECAUSE YOU THINK I’LL GET RAPED/KILLED/MUGGED? PLEASE HAVE FAITH IN ME. I HAVE BETTER JUDGMENT THAN YOU THINK. I may be a dumbass bitch around the family, but that’s just how I am around you guys. I’m still the baby of the family, it’s hard to act differently around you guys after all these years. Fuck this.

You know what, just ‘cause you guys made a mistake long ago doesn’t mean that I’ll do the same thing.

You know what, if I wasn’t an impulse shopper—if I was just a little better with my money, I’d start saving up for my own place already. Fuck this. Maybe I will save up. Maybe I’ll fucking run away from this place—

This post has gotten really shallow and immature, but years and years and years with freedom that’s gotten really weird ever since I started becoming more confident makes no sense.

You know what, I’d love to bring more friends over. I really would. But no one can go here that easily. They’re not like me. They don’t have a driver to call or a family who’s willing to accommodate guests. How do you expect me to introduce you to the people who make up my numerous ‘second’ families when it’s near-impossible to get them together?

You know what, just because dada doesn’t get details and doesn’t know who I’ve been with and doesn’t stick to his rules doesn’t mean you can SUDDENLY barge in on my social life. You guys never cared before, and now? 

PLEASE, I’m not stupid. I’m not a fucking baby anymore. I’m in college. I may still depend on you guys, but please.

Mama, you’re so bent on sending me to the states after graduation— I’ll be ALONE IN SEATTLE. WE HAVE NO RELATIVES THERE. So why can’t you let me go? This is so fucking weird.

Sorry guys, spoiled kid. Ugh. I’m sorry.

January 8, 2012
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turntechgodmode:

derperistical:

clockworksexual:

Thief of Mind in the land of Surprise and Treasure (ooh, fun!). My patron is Nepeta, my moirail is Terezi, potential matespirit is Karkat (SQUEALS), and my fathers is also Karkat?? Okay GRATE (twice the pails)

ehehe

Thief of Destruction in the Land of Sand and Music

patron troll is Nepeta and she is also my moirail ooh

and i forgot my parents’ signs oops so w/e

Heir of Breath in the Land of Science and Music.  (( I am John.  It is me. ))
Kanaya is my patron troll, and my moirail is Feferi.
My potential matesprit would Sollux, while my potential kismesis would be Karkat.

Thief of Mind, Land of Science and Noise.
Equius is my patron troll, Aradia is my moirail, Vriska is my potential matesprit, and Gamzee is my kismesis!

THIS IS FUN 

(Source: callipygos)

January 7, 2012
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[365] So, life goes on~*~*~

Day 6: something you would like to change about yourself

AS IF YOU HAVEN’T HEARD ENOUGH ABOUT THIS HAHAHA.

I want to be happier!

January 5, 2012
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[365] It’s amazing how I keep remembering to do this

OKAY, before anyone misunderstands, I didn’t forget about yesterday’s post! I just couldn’t figure out what to write and I stared at the blank box for quite awhile…then I fell asleep. So, in any case, I’m just going to be defensive and say that I have not missed a day >:I.

Day 4: how you think your life would change if you achieved your dream

I’d have a long-awaited confidence boost. And hopefully it’ll be permanent. If I can love myself and be proud of what I can do, and firmly believe that I’m worth something— that I have every right to do what I want to do— then I’ll be able to help everyone else.

Also, I’d be pretty damn well-off in terms of wealth.

I’ll have a nice clean house with a craft room for me to be a hipster in.

Yes.

Day 5: something you would change about the world

I’d get rid of extremists. It’s cool to be passionate about shit, but jeez. Take a chill pill, guys. Also maybe I’d do something about the economy and something about people becoming more accepting of different cultures and shit. Get rid of racism/sexism/etc.— all very cliche and idealistic, I know.

I’d like everyone to be happy!

January 4, 2012
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[365] GDI, this is kinna srs.

Day 3: what you think your reason for being here is

TO EXIST.

Ffff, if you’ve read my previous entries, I think you can gather that I’m not too sure about this. I don’t understand myself well enough to think that I have any certain purpose in life, but I’m pretty sure it exists.

Mmmm, if anything, maybe I’m here to help people think twice.

I like to lighten up the mood and shit, but maybe my depressing tendencies also have purpose. Makes people think about what they’d do in certain situations—cultivate a greater appreciation for life. That kind of shit.

I don’t know.

hnnnn

January 3, 2012
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[365] I’M ACTUALLY DOING THIS?

Day 2: Something that’s illegal but you think it should be legal

I’m actually a goody-two-shoes when it comes to this shit, haha. Earlier this day my dude and I were talking about our one friend who would apparently steal shit from Fully Booked and how, after a while, this had kind of become a normal occurrence. Needless to say, I was kind of upset by the discussion; kinda disappointed that he didn’t try harder to stop our friend, but nothing we can do about that now, really.

BUT I DON’T WANT STEALING TO BE LEGAL. THAT’S NOT THE POINT.

Where was I going with this story— oh right. Uhh, illegal to legal.

Maybe weed of course. Recreational drug use and shit should be totally legal, I believe. Just punish the people who do bad shit under the influence like you would reckless drunks and I think you can regulate this stuff, easy. Limit this to the natural stuff though. Chemicals can fuck up a dude pretty bad, and that’s not pretty.

I wish I had something more meaningful to say but that’s kind of all I can think about now! OH WAIT, prostitution is cool too actually. As long as it’s voluntary and not the forced, human trafficking thing. CONTROL OF YOUR SEXUALITY YEAHHH! 

Cundiman