that i can still point my toes perfectly.
one of my many useless talents. i never even took a dance class. but i have like, the sexiest, most flexible-est legs ever.
dang i’m hot.
i’m romantically frustrated. is that even a thing? i dunno.
i really miss being intimate with someone. i miss linking pinkies together and walking aimlessly around a new area, making new memories to cover up all the pain and misery that i have defeated. i miss exploring another’s mind and body. i miss comfortable silences with penetrating eye contact. i miss being someone’s rock. i miss having the answer to every problem in someone’s life.
what i really REALLY miss though…is a good serious cuddle. i really want to just lay against someone and muse over dependency and whether or not it manifests within our relationship. i really want to wake up in the middle of the night to see that freakishly angelic, doe-like sleeping face (mine is not at all like that…)i always go to sleep longing for someone to hold. i always wake up with my pillow propped on my chest, as if someone were laying on me, listening to my heartbeat.
/siiigh. sometimes, i feel so lonely in a room full of people. have you ever felt that way?
-Your tattoos are stupid.
-Your wearing the same glasses as my 89 year old grand mother.
-You don’t actually like “nerdy” things, you’re just trying to impress “nerdy” guys.
-Actually, you don’t even really like “nerdy” guys.
-You’re not about to become a celebrity by shaking your pancake ass on webcam.
-You’re not any different than any other mindless hot chick pining for attention.
-You’re not an “original” because you enjoy Pokemon.
- relatives: any boyfriends?
- me: no
- typical conversation at every holiday since I was 5
To all the people who change the source and/or click-through link of my posts, just take the freaking picture instead of changing the source or click-through link. It annoys the hell out of me. Especially because I’m thinking oh look a new person reblogged one of my pictures then it’s like oh no wait, they’ll never see my Tumblr because people are changing the source and whatnot. >.>
bunch of fucking idiot assholes.
3 - how did i get interested? i have always been interested in body mods. my first move was to stretch my earlobes. and i love them.
4 - first mod was my ear lobes
5 - favorite mod has to be my giraffe tattoo on my hand
6- a horror story: my left ear has a huge knack for getting infected. mostly anything i have gotten done gets infected and/or irritated to an extreme. possibly because i sleep on it.
7 - had to have been my nipple rings or maybe the tattoo on my hand. both were pretty damn painful.
12 - favorite place to buy jewlery - i love this store in arlington called Unimax West. they have everything, even tattoo supplies and stuff. and great prices.
18 - rudest comment - lots! people often tell me that i ruined my beautiful face or that i will regret doing all of it. i laugh and say “my appearance suits me, and i won’t regret anything, as it was what i wanted at that time.”
19 - nicest comment - people always comment on how well i match my earrings to my clothes. i’m so cool.
25 - OOOOOOOOOOHHHH. lots. i plan to have sleeves (connected across the chest), pants, etc. i can’t wait to be tatted up. i also plan to get a detailed vagina on my throat for my 50th birthday. YEAAAAAAA
26 - i have no real inspiration. i just like to do it. it’s almost like self mutilation sometimes. i feel angry or whatever, so i stab myself. ;)
28 - i regret rushing my ears to their current size. it took a long time to get them looking healthy again. they were crusty and stinky for a while, but i made it through.
thanks for participating. :)
1. Full name?
3. How did you get interested in body modification?
4. First mod?
5. Favorite mod?
6. Mod horror story?
7. Most painful mod?
8. Does your bf/gf have mods?
9. If yes, what?
10. How do your parents feel about your mods?
11. Favorite jewelry piece?
12. Favorite place to buy jewelry
13. Least favorite mod?
14. How old were you when your started modding?
15. How does your bf/gf feel about your mods?
16. Has it stopped you from getting a job?
17. What is your job?
18. Rudest comment about your mods?
19. Nicest comment about your mods?
20. How did body modification change your life?
21. How young is to young to start modding?
22. How Many piercings do you have?
23. How many/ what percent tattoos do you have?
24. Any genital mods?
25. Future modifications?
26. Biggest inspiration to modify?
27. In your opinion what is the difference between modification and mutilation?
28. Any regrets while modifying?
29. Future modifications?
30. Any ‘hard’ modifications?
Sometimes I wish book characters were real. I love reading so much and it hurts when I finish a book and realize that I will never be able to meet the characters. They are so much better than people I actually know.
i can relate to this. highly heavily a lot-ly.
but i do know some fantastic characters in real life. i have a knack for finding the ones that make things interesting, i guess. good, bad, or (my favorite), a little of both, everyone around me keeps me laughing all the time. i never have to go far for a big smile and a belly laugh.
maybe that’s the thing that they’re talking about when they say laughter heals. you can’t just giggle. you gotta get something like the “i might pee like 2 drops real quick” laugh. or the “tiny fart sneaks out” laugh. or, in the case of extreme sadness…you could always call upon the eschelon, the ultimate. the “laughing so hard you don’t make a sound.” that might be my favorite.
i got home from wrangling toddlers and enjoying the family, then had to take a real serious nap.
that nap…i swear. it was like a symphony of tempurpedic-pillow, back-ache-relieving, weary-head-resting magical brilliance. but now i’m all wide the fuck awake. i think i’m gunna smoke this joint and then contemplate. i might even write something pretty and/or insightful. we’ll see how it goes.
also, i wish more people would reach out to me. i always seem to be the one making friends. why doesn’t anyone make friends with me? i mean, i’m content with my life and the amount of friends i have or whatever… but no one ever talks to me unless they need or want something. i’ve been told i’m intimidating…many times. but i don’t think being outspoken and/or bluntly honest should scare people. what are you afraid to hear about yourselves? fuckin’ haters. <3