Apparently, because I'm attractive that means I'm dumb as a fucking rock.
Dear fucking peice of shit men who cannot contain their perverted fucking thoughts: Hey. I have a boyfriend. Fuck you. You disgust me. If you cannot withold your feelings of attraction for me enough to just RESPECT that, just fuck off. Don’t you fucking DARE disrespect my intelligence and wonderful personality by either
a. Gushing about how physically attractive I am with disgusting terminology and absolutely no regard for the substantial aspects of my personality.
b. Bullshit by saying “You didn’t mean to.” when really, yes you fucking did you creep asses. Why the fuck else would you tell me you were into me other than to try and gain some sliver of false hope that I might be a whore-bomb and just feed you little pathetic insecurities?
c. Trying to guilt me into hanging out with you because you just “Need someone to talk to” when really the reason is I wouldn’t give you the time of day with your other stupid little attempts to be in close proximity to me.
Honestly, what, if fucking any, substantial matters could people like you possibly contribute into my life? Insecurity? Shadiness? Obsession with sex? Yeah, certainly qualities in a person that are endearing.
You come onto me, and quite obviously, other girls like pieces of fucking meat then you try to feign innocence through a fucking mask like “Oh, I didn’t mean it that way!”
Do you think I’m fucking retarded? Men come onto me every. Single. DAY. And I turn every. single. one. DOWN. Why? Because. I am not your little fantasy whore who will up and leave her man for you sick twisted little desires to come true because I’m not insecure like you.
I am very confident and I do NOT need your so called “Compliments” to feel good. I feel mother fucking worthy as is. I don’t need you help onto my fucking throne. How about you go and get some help for those, quite obvious, personality disorders and lack of security in yourself? Hmm?
In other words,
STOP CALLIN, STOP CALLIN I DONT WANNA THINK ANYMORE I LEFT MY HEAD AND MY HEART ON THE DANCE FLOOR
I’m not one to stroke little boys’ metaphorical “ego penises” just so they can feel worth. I already have my own worth.
Cogito ero sum; I think therefor I am. What does that mean to you? Does anything at all really MEAN anything to you?
Do you even have the time to pause in order for something deeper than the skin to seep into your very being? Your mind, your subconscious and your (however you personally interpret it) soul?
How is life being consumed by the petty worries of the mundane when nothing at all even matters? Nothing but what brushes the surface seems to flutter across the mind. How will I pay this bill? Does this person like me? Why don’t I feel pretty? Me. Myself. I. How come I don’t get what I WANT? Why is everything so hard? Who said what to so and so? She said this to him and then they had sex and shes so ugly and oh my god this and that and hair and makeup. Man, that girl is a fine piece of ass. Did you hear what that fag did? Who needs school? I don’t care. I’m just bein’ myself. If that bitch talks shit one more time…
Listen to your disgusting insignificant petty ramblings. What does it mean to you? Are you living? Just surviving? Barely breathing? Don’t you want to BE not just EXIST?
TO THIS DAY I know how insignificant we are and how all of our problems no matter how big,
they mean NOTHING.
When you see the picture for the whole that it is, you understand that we are but a molecule of a pin prick-size of a brush stroke on a magnificent peice of art that expands beyond the realms of which the human mind can even comprehend.
Then you think. Then you are aware. Then you question. Then you search. Then you know. Then you think again. And the cycle has meaning.
And then things just really aren’t so bad after all.
Because you ARE.
Also, if you haven’t seen this, I suggest you watch it. It blew my mind into little tiny pieces and I certainly cried like a lil’ bitch afterwards because it so deeply penetrated all of those stupid petty worries we all succumb to now and again to remind me just how much time we lose by letting ourselves forget to live and instead just crawl in the muck:
All the girls on this website seem to have a seriously warped fucking vision of what beautiful is. There are far too many pictures of girls with their thighs not touching, and their spines popping out of their backs. Their hipbones are protruding from their skin, and it seems as though it’s what people are aspiring to be. Those people are either born that way or have a problem. It’s not YOU. There’s not a thing wrong with the way you look, it’s just different. It’s not you. It’s not the way you were born, and not everyone is the same. You need to KNOW that you are beautiful, and you’re an individual.
I need something new in my life. ——- The desire to analyze is my BLOOD. To understand the components that make the entirety of the object at hand entices me. I think that’s why I find it so difficult to really feel connected to another individual. I communicate on a level that seems so atypical from the majority I have come in contact with. It seems what to me is some profound exploration of the minimal details that most would miss sight of (the elements that give insight to the deeper meaning behind things) is to someone else just annoying and unnecessary.
I find it very disheartening that not many others share in common with me the passion to burrow beyond the face value that is presented to them. Everything seems so simple, at first glance, for the object or situation that it is… We seem to explore only a stunted boundary of our senses in relation to things that we interact with making it seem they can be so easily comprehended… Until you break it down and really bathe in each of its little fragments. You take it apart to see how it ticks and reassemble it through trial and error. I live to discover the origin of things and the journey they have taken to exist in their current form.
Unfortunately, no one seems to care to break me apart and take a gander at the fibers that make up the soul (whether you want to personally take that as a metaphysical soul, a metaphorical soul or a spiritual one is up to you, but the greater deepness to each aspect still applies) that I am in this stupid little body that I just so happen to have. To see how the bridges between traits have been set, how the clay has been molded or the bricks lain or the collection of objects that are uniquely interwoven into the nest that I am (this body) that holds a greater entity… Not too many can see past the skin to question how the insides grew to be that way. What path they took and why. Not too many even care to…
I am the kind of person that cares about things / people enough to take the time to really indulge in their pieces and understand as much of them as I possibly can… Because I WANT to… Because things / people entice me THAT much. I find that MOST people seem to have a difficulty putting what it is they feel into words. But isn’t it simple enough to ask a question to figure out how others who CAN express DO express? Isn’t it easy enough to research methods of communication?
Maybe if everyone took a psychology class and a nice literature study… Of course, as I said, it seems not too many even CARE to dive deeper into someone/thing. Truly disappointing for someone like me… :(
I like to think. To think of how shadows are cast, how reflections are made, what the chemical make up of illicit drugs are, how things interact with one another, how people communicate through the various use of their senses, how I can use all of my senses to produce a greater quality of communication and awareness of the reality surrounding me, how others view what is “reality”, why people hate, how I can alter my learned personality traits into something I feel correlates with what I personally believe, how the media effects the perceptions of us all, how influence can be used on anything anytime anywhere, how we have the choice to allow influence to move us, how we have the choice to influence others, how we have choices, why people react the way they do, how they personally feel about situations, what life events led up to the personality that they have today. I like to think.
So love me if you are a doer or a maker. Not in a romantic sense or even a platonic one, but love me enthusiastically with the human capacity to utilize the sensual abilities and mentally stimulatory abilities to express an attentiveness, an engrossment, an interest and a curiosity into the being that I am; this soul that I am, not the body I own.
Love me if you want to come inside of my soul and understand it as throughly as you possibly can.
J.K. Rowling was a squib. She documented Harry’s life, and since she revealed the wizard world to the muggle world, the Statute of Secrecy became even more enforced. A law was passed that didn’t allow muggle-born wizards to attend Hogwarts, so that their parents wouldn’t learn about the magical world. That’s why we all don’t have our letters from Hogwarts.
I’m going to blissfully embrace this and sleep now.
Honestly, I’m just happy to be healthy and self confident with the body that I have irregardless of if I have larger than average milk sacks attached to my torso.
Edit: Seriously. Just read the bio and weep.
She also said “I just want to be skinny…”
Gee, I am 100% convinced of some severe insecurity here now. I hope this girl seeks some help in understanding if you want something, you have to work for it. And that you cannot obtain things you desire without strength of heart, mind and soul (may that soul be metaphorical or not is up to you). Thus, maybe she should try and talk to someone about her lack of confidence in herself so she can obtain the goals she desires.
Don't know if this message sent the first time since it gave me an error message...so I'll send it again. I saw your ink on FuckYeahTattoos and checked out your blog so I started following you. Love it. I really liked the picture with the caption about twigs not being attractive. As a guy I can vouch for this being true for me and pretty much all of my guy friends. We like healthy looking women with some real curves. Screw those "cosmo magazine" Anyway. Sorry to rant so much, but I wanted to let you know I enjoy your blog. I suppose this is supposed to be a question so, what's your favorite pattern? Mine's houndstooth :)
Good to know there are good hearted men still romping about! And yeah. Twigs are ick. A lot of people tell me “Uh, yeah you’re skinny you dumbass” Yeah well. Naturally. Not because the media told me to be. It’s all in the matter of the mind if the way you gained your appearance makes you mentally sick or not.
I think we shall talk more often. This has honestly lifted my spirits. You seem to be taking the words from my head and putting them into words, for, I'm horrible at doing it myself.
You're no skank for showing yourself. You have a lovely body and a lovely tattoo. She's the one mistaken for the simple fact that she's associating nudity with something vile and disturbing, rather than beauty.
Spoken like a true believer in the beauty of all things surrounding. Losing the ability to find positivity in the things around you has got to be the saddest thing I have ever seen in action. I do hope the girl comes to terms with herself and asks herself why she would go out of her way in order to direct a very unnecessary attack.
Also is your tumblr name in reference to margot and the nuclear so and sos?
I agree completely, missus. I love your words, too! It's extremely nice to see people using their intelligence to their advantage, instead of faking it off to gain followers.
and I do very much!
I had a lovely doll call me a skank for being brave enough to expose myself to the world and know that skin exposure has no great impact on mankind such as ill words thrown carelessly due to an inability to reconsile with ones personal opinions verses anothers. Ironic she say such a thing with the content in my tattoo, no?
Thank you for appreciating intelligence. It will make us, each and every, rise above the monotony of ignorance and blind hatred; simply through the combined attempts to understand that which we do not know (Rather than attack) from our peers.
Seek to inspire, not to imitate or to (god forbid) irrationally hate.
I think your blog is one of the more real ones, and I appreciate that so much :')
I honestly find it so much more difficult to be insincere. It requires so much attention to details… Lies that manifest in our own being. Goodness, why would I wish to be anything other than real? What benefit have I of deceiving others? None.
On a less formal note, thanks chickaaa! Glad to know you enjoy it!
I just want to let you know, I think your blog is the best I have seen in a long time. I'm so sick of seeing hundreds of 'artistic' shots of skinny girl’s legs in floral print dresses. I'm glad you have something unique.
Thank you so much that means a ton to me! I’m very very interested in letting people know that there is more than meets the eye than what is perceived by the naked eye. Thanks for your kind words! They were much needed and appreciated! <33