as much as i absolutely can’t stand being lied to (or mislead ‘for my own good’), i find it ten times worse when something is kept a secret.
when i was younger, i broke and fractured several of my ribs (along with a bunch of other things, oops) so now not only is one side flatter than the other, but i can also pop them out when i’m sitting in a certain way.
[for the 5 anon questions in my ask telling me to post pics…]
i seriously don’t understand the obsession people have with seeing how others look on the internet. honestly, what does it matter? i suppose i can understand wanting to know the face behind your favourite blog or knowing what the person you’ve been communicating with for months looks like, but i think one of the most amazing things about making friends here is the fact that you can’t rely on things like body language, physical appearance, etc. you genuinely get to know people for who they are, you see parts of them that they might not show anyone else due to shyness or just because no one else has been interested in seeing them. despite the lack of face to face contact, i feel as though some of the friendships i’ve made over the internet have been the most genuine, and there are people i’ve met here that i’ve come to care for more than anyone else in the entire world. our society has placed far too much importance on looks, and it really makes me wonder if perhaps we’re losing touch of the things that are more important, the highest one being deep and meaningful connections with people.
i don’t know how to end this, so…yep.
[but you know. if it matters to you so much, go look at my about page.]
i have never loved anyone before him. i will never love anyone after him. he is everything to me, and the only person i could ever want.
i live mostly in my imagination.
i always smell like baked goods. sometimes the sweetness makes my stomach churn.
