Kinda pissed my parents wouldn’t give me gas money tonight. Whatever. I had a decent night anyhow. Moon bounces are cool. Moon bounces with slides attached to them are even cooler. Also I drank like 4 cups of coffee and it’s a miracle I’m actually tired.
@Sam WE NEED TO HANG OUT SOMETIME SOON SO I CAN MAKE UP FOR NOT COMING OVER TONIGHT!!
yes yes yes
SO I’M STEALING STEPH FOR PUMPKIN FEST AND I SHOULD STEAL YOU TOO! :3
Appearance I have/had piercings besides the ears. I want piercings besides the ears. I have many/some scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have/want a tattoo. I can be self-conscious about my appearance. I have/had braces. I have more than two piercings. Embarrassment Disney movies still make me cry. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. I’ve glued my hand to something. I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose I’ve had my pants rip in public. I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt. Health I’ve gotten stitches. I’ve broken or dislocated a bone. I’ve had my tonsils removed. I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. I’ve had chicken pox. Travel I’ve been to Florida. I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometers in one day. I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been outside my country I’ve been to Colombia I’ve been to Cuba. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Ottawa I’ve been to the Caribbean. I’ve been to Europe
Experiences I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve slapped someone. I’ve kissed someone underwater. I’ve chugged something. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a musical. I’ve auditioned for something. I’ve been on stage. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve pranked someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi. Honesty / Crime I’ve been threatened to be arrested. I’ve broken a law. I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve sneaked out. I’ve lied about my whereabouts. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve been in a fist fight.
Death. I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone/something die. Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I have attempted suicide. I’ve thought about suicide before. I’ve written a eulogy for myself. Materialism I own over 5 rap CD’s. I’m obsessed with anime/manga. I collected comic books. I own a lot of makeup. I own something from Pac Sun. I own something from The Gap. I own something I got on E-Bay. I own something from Abercrombie. I thrive on compliments. I thrive on hate. Random I can sing lowkey I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. I open up to others easily. I watch the news occasionally or always. I don’t like to kill bugs. I sing in the shower. I’m a morning person. I’m a sports fanatic. I twirl my hair. I care about grammar. I love spam. I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day. I bake well. My favorite colour is either white, yellow, pink ,blue, red, black, purple, or orange. I would wear pajamas to school. I like Martha Stewart. I laugh at my own jokes. I eat fast food weekly. I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room. I’m really ticklish. I like white chocolate. I bite my nails. I’m good at remembering names. I’m good at remembering dates. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
People ..used ask if I was anorexic/bulimic. ..called me fat. ..say I’m skinny. ..have said I’m ugly. ..have said I’m pretty. ..have spread rumors about me. ..force me to eat. ..say I eat too much. ..say I eat too little.
Eating I’ve lost weight. I’ve gained weight. I’m at my thinnest. I’m at my biggest. I’ve lost weight and kept it off. I’ve lost weight, but gained it back. My weight affects my mood. A lot. I diet. I’m vegan/vegetarian. I exercise. Does sex count? I’ve fainted from exhaustion.
Family I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve planned to run away from home before. I’ve run away from home. My biological parents are together. I have a sibling less than one year old. I want kids. I’ve had kids. I’ve lost a child.
Relationships I’m engaged. I’m married. I’m a swinger. I’ve gone on a blind date. I have/had a friend with benefits. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve gotten divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
Never had a boyfriend.
Sexuality I’m a cuddler. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve hugged a stranger. I’ve kissed a stranger.
Bad times I regularly drink. I can’t swallow pills I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty. I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point. I have/had anxiety problems. I shut others out when I’m upset. I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset. I have taken/take anti-depressants. I’ve slept an entire day before. I’ve plotted revenge.
First you try to limit what we are allowed to send each other by eating our asks if we tried to send a link. Then you limited the number of periods were allowed to limit the length, and now that you realized we were all being grammatically incorrect, in order to send long messages, you have put a character limit on the ask box messages, and won’t let us use the “enter” either. What is the point of taking that all away from us?
Why are these limitations so annoying to me, and others?
Well, most people use Tumblr as their personal blog, they post videos, pictures, .gifs, and text posts but there are a lot of things people don’t want on their blog, even if it is a “personal blog.” So when people make friends through Tumblr, it is sometimes easier to rant and/or vent to your Tumblr friend than anyone you know if real life.
Also, the general age of Tumblr users is 13-25. Many teenagers are going through troubling times, and experiencing strange things for the first time. Most people on Tumblr who I have encountered are either experiencing or have a history with eating disorders, self-mutilation, depression, anxiety, and other mind and body crippling situations. And for this reason, thousands of Tumblr users post somewhere on their blog: “If you need somebody to talk to, I’m here and my ask box is open.” An outsider might read that and think it’s stupid, but to those involved, it is a life line. It is proof that somebody in the world truly cares.
It’s so “stupid” that I currently have 97 inbox messages. They are all rants, venting, or just anything people needed to get off their chests. I tell people that I really care, and they confide in me, in long, detailed messages. I read them and make sure I acknowledge that I got their message. Sometimes I offer advice, and sometimes, I just read it, and let it sit because advice is not needed. But the point is that for many people, unlimited messages are needed. They offer an outlet, to confide in somebody who cares. Somebody who won’t charge you $130 an hour, somebody who can look at it from the outside in, somebody who won’t judge you.
I have used a few people’s ask boxes to rant about my own stuff, and I can tell you it made me feel so much better to write out all my feelings and what was going on, and sending it to someone on Tumblr, and getting their input on it.
Being able to send long messages on Tumblr is essential for some people to feel validated, or just to feel something. And it’s really pointless to take that away from us.
OMFG. So yesterday Nathan and I went to Walmart. We walked out of the store and get in my Versa. I was flipping a shit because I had forgotten to lock my doors and I never do that. So I’m yelling at myself, while Nathan and I buckle ourselves in.
Then right when I went to start the car, I noticed that the garbage in the car wasn’t mine…
I was parked like 3 or 4 rows away. My car was locked.
This is really unfair Pottermore. I registered early on day one after 4 in the fucking morning and I didn’t get my email yet but people on DAY THREE are getting theirs?! I call bull shit Potteremore BULL SHIT!