ive nothing to say about this

anonymous asked:

I know theres no bad in astrology but I just really cannot fuck w aquariuses cancers (and geminis but ive warmed up to them) and i recently found out theyre my 3 most dominant sings after my 23% sag 😭 was i projecting ? i feel like i cannot relate at all but i guess it means something 🤔

Lol its because people say they hate signs but little know nothing about their true characteristics, You hate the signs because of people you have met, but 9/10 they are only their sun signs and their dominant sign is actually totall different. Stop being fooled by sun signs

Gemini dominant people are very smart and talkative, tend to be nervous, walk fast/talk fast.

Aquarius dominant are distant, do their own thing. Humanitarians then to want equality for everyone. Wants to be friends with everyone

Cancer dominant are people who are emotionally typically towards family matters, loves to eat. Chubby faces..

Notice im saying dominant, NOT sun sign. Sun sign is usually not ur dominant

I. Choke up the depression
Feel it shape-shift to mania in your larynx
You’re drinking bottled happiness now

II. Find someone that scares you more than you scare yourself
Rip your own heart out of your chest and put it in her hands
You’ll only feel real when it hurts

III. You’ll be a mirror
The girl that dropped out of physics–
Bend her light through your focal point
Show her what she wants but does not need
Your friends will say nothing about the bruises
They all know reflected images are not real

IV. Sink deep into your own body
For the soul you convinced yourself was never really there to begin with
Sickness eats at your brain and shreds the lining of your stomach
Self diagnose, self medicate, self destruct

V. Tell the boy in gym class about the pills you pop on the weekend
Two years later he’ll crash his car rolling on the same prescription
Shatters his ulna on the driver’s side window
Quit those and started abusing his adderall
Another casualty left in your wake

VI. Continue to avoid yourself
Internal monologue is canceled today
Drown out any remnants of thought with music louder than your lungs when they scream for nicotine

VII. Today you’re the cool girl in all black
Tomorrow you’ll wear tie dye and soften your voice
Spending the day wondering if your bisexuality is an excuse to ignore the burning need to find your identity

VII. Music can’t drown out the intrusive thoughts
Stay up all night waiting for the floor to fall out from underneath you
Justify three days without sleep as a forced shift to mania
Realize you’re still wallowing in crippling depression

VIII. Switch to uppers

IX. Get clean under a microscope when she gets sick of carrying around your arhythmic heart
Detox in front of an audience
Spend March sweating and shivering
Dry heaving in the back corner of the girl’s bathroom between AP literature and AP psychology
There’s no time to talk about it

X. Spend a year learning to trust again
Make progress through regression
Hurt your friends
See a doctor
Keep an untouched bottle of pills on your nightstand
Let them pile up month after month
Is addiction okay if your name is on the prescription?

XI. Become enchanted by the boy in your ceramics class
Let him shatter the mirror you hide behind
Force yourself to face the tough questions
He’ll hold your hand as you navigate the shattered glass
Lead him to safety–he doesn’t wear shoes

XII. 2 a.m. on a school night and you’re sitting in his car looking up at the stars
Wrapped in the blanket he keeps just for you
Laughing at nothing and feeling everything
This is it
This is you
And you are enough

—  Thank you for holding my hand while I find myself
Yoko Ono’s “Cleaning Pieces”


Write down a sad memory. 

Put it in a box. 

Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field. 

You may give some ashes to a friend who shared the sadness. 


Make a numbered list of sadness in your life. 

Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers. 

Add a stone, each time there is sadness. 

Burn the list, and appreciate the mount of stones for its beauty. 

Make a numbered list of happiness in your life. 

Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers. 

Add a stone, each time there is happiness. 

Compare the mount of stones to the one of sadness. 


Try to say nothing negative about anybody. 

a) For three days 

b) For forty-five days 

c) For three months 

See what happens to your life. 


Write down everything you fear in life. 

Burn it. 

Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes. 


Let a list of arbitrary names come into your mind as you go to sleep. 

Say “bless you” after each name. 

Do this with speed, by keeping a constant rhythm, so, in no way, you would hesitate to bless them.

- SU AMETHYST THEORY: “Deep Cut” Definition - Not a Defect; a Secret Weapon!! -

So when the Crystal Gems are all at the forge, Bismuth calls Amethyst “Deep Cut”. She says “Hey deep cut, what’chu packin’?”

When Amethyst pulls out her whip, Bismuth is genuinely impressed and continues, “Not every Quartz can make a whip like this”

I looked up what a “deep cut” means in gem terminology. 

“When we discuss colored gemstones such as sapphire, ruby and emerald, the main motive of cut is to maximize color to its full potential. In contrast, cutting in diamonds mostly refers to maximizing brilliance.”

Stones that are too deep will look smaller than expected but they will show off more color than they would if they were cut to normal proportions. Deep-cut stones also preserve weight, increasing the cost of the stone without the expected increase in the size of the crown (top portion of the gem).”

Well, we now know why Amethyst is considered a defect by Homeworld, she came out cut too deep, so she looks smaller. But check out what else it says about deep cut gems; their color is more saturated, vibrant, beautiful. Possible relevance as their bodies are a projection of light, and with light you get colors. I think that’s why her weapon is special.(Or, if the color has nothing to do with it, then a deeper cut/color would mean her potential is maxed out. Like maxed IVs!)  They also ‘preserve weight ’ without having to be physically bigger. That could mean Amethyst has more mass packed in her body than the other gems; she’s smaller because of her gem’s density, which would explain her shapeshifting prowess.

In particular, why Amethyst can shapeshift into someone twice her size like The Purple Puma, or Jasper, without taking damage (when she’s used to the form, comparing Purple Puma vs Jasper, she’s been shown to sustain Puma for much longer without resting). Even then it took a long time before being Jasper started to be hard for her. 

In contrast, remember how tired Steven got, from just stretching his body a few inches??

Her smaller body is ALSO why when she finally accepts herself, it takes her TEN SECONDS to reform after she’s poofed the second time: 

How long did it take Pearl the Perfectionist?

TWO. WEEKS. So in battle, though she still needs some protection, Amethyst’s small size gives her a tremendous advantage; she could potentially save herself from being shattered by reforming almost immediately. No other gem has had that ability so far.

Finally, Amethyst is just deep. She’s a very deep person.

Why else do I think this is relevant? Well… 

“Stones that are too shallow will look big for their weight and appear lighter in color than deeper-cut stones.”

Why does that sound familiar?


Shallow has several meanings here. Her weapon is a helmet. Her battle strategy is to run into her foe. 

That’s a shallow strategy. No one will stay with Jasper because she only thinks of things from her perspective; she lacks insight in other’s emotions. She’s, in a way, shallow. 

Or, an allegory for being born with pure talent vs having to work for everything you have, and how shallow pure talent alone really is. 

In Conclusion

Homeworld has a recourse problem, and Amethyst’s ‘deep cut’ gives her all the abilities of a regular cut Quartz soldier plus more, while taking the same amount of resources to create, and they’d consider her a defect?? Homeworld. You fools. 

things to consider; agender magnus chase

• magnus has a pretty good concept of gender and identity. he always has, at least, when it comes to others - reading himself has always been a little harder for him.

• he imagines he’s probably a dude. people have called him a dude up til now, so, theyre probably right. he never really thinks too much on it

• until alex makes a silly comment about “getting together ever thursday to question our gender like a team”. magnus laughs and it makes her smile, but it sticks in his head for a long time. he starts to really wonder what makes someone a man and what makes someone a woman.

• he thinks it might be rude to ask alex, but he cant think of anyone else who would have a better handle on it. he doesnt ask her anyways - he goes to sam. “what makes you a woman?” he asks. she goes quiet for a moment, like she isnt sure. “strength” she answers. “the thing inside me that makes me a woman is my strength.” she shrugs. “its different for everyone.” this wasnt the answer he was expecting and it doesnt help much, but hes glad he asked anyways.

• he goes to hearth next, asks him what makes him a man. hearth signs “rebellion” lazily, then shows the edge of what magnus thinks is a tank top under his shirt. magnus makes a face of confusion and hearth signs “binder.” he shakes his head. “i wont be his sweet little daughter. never.” magnus brings his hand towards his face without thinking about it, signs his thanks. “you always surprise me” he says out loud, almost to himself. hearth shrugs. “i know” he signs.

• magnus is at a loss. he knew gender was confusing, but this? this is ridiculous. neither answer helped him feel anyway towards the other, and maybe that was just the thing - he didnt feel particularly like a boy or a girl. he’s about to go ask blitzen when alex cuts him off.

• “okay, maggie. you and me. we’re settling this.” he doesnt understand what she means until she crosses her arms and says much more quietly “samirah told me.” she tucks a lock of shockingly green hair behind her ear, much more withdrawn than usual. “are you asking for yourself or-” magnus nods immediately. she seems to relax a bit, tenseness leaving her muscles. “oh… i mean. you can talk to me, if you want. if anyone can help you with gender, its me - ive got two of them.” he laughs a little. “practically makes me an expert.” he grins at her and she grins back. they leave for a more private location.

“i just dont get it” magnus admits when they get there. they’re sitting side by side in alex’s room, enjoying the wide open space. theres something sacred and secret about it. something they share. “is it possible to have no gender?” he continues. “is it possible to just… be nothing?”

alex blinks rapidly. “well, sure.”

his head turns towards her quickly, eyes wide. “seriously?”

alex shrugs and says again, “sure. i mean, you arent ‘nothing’ - that would make you agender. neither man nor woman, not nonbinary, and not fluid like me. but not ‘nothing’.”

magnus falls backwards, letting the back of his head touch the ground. he’s staring up but his eyes aren’t seeing. “wow. im.. that? agender?”

alex lays next to him, some of her hair falling over his face. he absent-mindedly blows it away from his mouth and she laughs. “if you think so. you can always… i dunno, try it out and see if its right. i used to think i was only a girl.” she shrugs again. “its okay to be wrong about stuff like this. you find your way to yourself eventually.”

theyre quiet for a moment. then he says “youre being very nice to me right now.”

when he turns his head to see her, he sees shes cracked a wicked smile. “im just warming you up. that way youll never see it coming.”

he raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifting just a little. “see what coming?”

alex hums. “it.”

they go back to staring at the expanse of sky above them, both smiling. magnus wasnt sure how he expected the day to go, but this wasnt it. he feels… good. he feels like something has shifted, something that was always meant to be has come to be.

magnus has never noticed it before, but for the first time, things just feel right.

silmarillion characters as wolfpupy tweets

CELEGORM: survival tip: you can sleep in an unattended birds nest for free

CURUFIN: have to stop saying “how am i going to kill my way out of this one” everytime there is trouble going on, or at least not out loud

EREINION: im well aware that ive accidently set myself on fire and its none of your business. i dont need your pity water either. let me burn in peace

FEANOR: the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead 

FINGOLFIN: haha youd have to stab me with atleast 6 more knives than this, this is so little amount of knives that i am stabbed with

FINARFIN: some say killing people is the answer to the problems, me personally i think killing people is bad to do because im not a horrible monster

GALADRIEL: you have to be cruel to be kind, no wait the other thing, you have to do nice things. phew, could have caused a lot of problems

GLORFINDEL: it happens to the best of us, the best of us such as me, out of both of us im the best one, probably too great to give you usable advice

GWINDON: things are going really well for me now that ive changed the meaning of really well to the opposite of what it means in my head

MAEDHROS: to everyone who said this would never work, sorry about the huge amount of damage and all of the fires 

MAEGLIN: i don’t want to throw anyone under the bus here unless they are my enemy or betrayer or if it will help me get where i’m going faster

MAGLOR: the “drama” fiasco is over, we learned nothing from it and nothing changed but we can safely say it is over for sure i hear that

MANWE: “who am i to judge” - the confused judge, the court room just became a comedy room in this all new sitcom, i sentence you to laugh in prison

MELKOR: at the end of the day whats important is not the enemies you’ve crushed and killed, it’s the gems, coins, and jewels you got from doing it

SAURON: only the good die young? phew good thing that i am so incredibly awful

TURIN: can only assume bad things keep happening to me because of the large amount of hexes and curses put on me by everyone all the time 

TURGON: people say “what you don’t know won’t hurt you” when in factuality i don’t know anything and am constantly being seriously injured and hurt

i. I absolutely cannot stand the snares of your hands,
or how I catch myself on your barbed wire mouth,
when I choke on your gasoline voice,
or cut myself on your switchblade fingers.
I loathe these weapons of yours more than I loathe the actual tangible knifes you keep hidden under your sleeves.
I hate that somebody did something so awful to you that you were forced to wear hatred as a second skin.
I hate myself more that I wasn’t there to shield you from it.

ii. I wonder how different our lives would be if we had been switched.
Me: Andrew.
You: Aaron.
Me: Given up on.
You: Kept.
Would everything turn out the same? Would we have led completely different lives? Would we be broken again? Made whole?
(Would she have hit you, too?)
(Would he have used me, too?)

iii. I hear the way people talk about you when you’re not there.
Like you’re this awful thing.
Like they’ve taken a bite out of you and realized you’ve gone bad in the middle.
When they speak, they’re trying to get the taste of you out of their mouths,
Spitting and spitting until there’s nothing left to expel.
Sometimes I want to say something.
Sometimes I want to argue.
But we come from the same batch, after all.
How can I argue when I taste just as bad as you do?

iv. I went to the Circle K around the corner one night and bought myself a pack of cigarettes: the same brand you use.
I stood outside and popped one in my mouth,
lit it with unpracticed hands.
I had seen you do this so often,
I thought maybe it would come almost naturally, like I had been the one catching fire to things all these years instead of you.
But the weight of it felt so wrong between my fingers,
the motions unfitting for me,
the taste acidic and raw and awful.
It reminded me too much of him—of that stray dog that follows you around all day—and less like you,
less like home.
I’m trying to understand this. I’m trying to be okay with you-and-him.
But there are some things that people shouldn’t get in the way of. This was one of them.
The box cost $7.89 and screamed your name. I didn’t even hesitate when I threw it away.

v. Every once and a while I’ll dream about that night.
Sometimes it’s me instead of you, or I can’t move at all and I’m forced to watch, or I beat him over and over but he keeps getting back up.
Either way, the entire time you’re just laughing.
Like I told a joke and you think it’s the funniest thing in the world.
I’m beating him to death and sloshing his blood around and you’re laughing like you’re at a comedy show.
Whenever I wake up from those dreams, I never want to sleep ever again.

vi. I never understand our fights.
Normal people throw around words they don’t mean and slam doors they would usually leave ajar.
But us?
We fight like our lives are on the line.
We fight like it’s a race and there’s only one winner.
You leave me aching and I leave you waterlogged.
We become such ferocious animals, all sharp teeth and heavy claws, ripping and tearing without a care to give.
The entire world comes to a stop when we have even the slightest disagreement,
a spotlight shining down to showcase our own personal brand of hate.
I sometimes wonder if that’s us making up for lost time.
All those years we never got to spend fighting like brothers.
Maybe we’re finally making up for that.
Maybe we’re trying to meet our quota before our time is up.
Before we can’t fight anymore.

vii. One time when you weren’t looking, I stole one of your pills.
I saved it for when you wouldn’t be around and swallowed it dry, felt it run down my throat.
I thought that if they made you smile all the time, maybe they’d make me smile, too.
But all I felt was this hallow ache in my chest,
like something bad had grabbed hold of me from the inside.
I was used to flying high, higher than most people would dream to go,
But this was just wrong on so many levels.
It lasted only four hours before I started to wind down, but that was one of the longest four hours of my life.
I wasn’t happy. But I smiled anyway. I couldn’t stop. My cheeks hurt after.
I think I understood you a little better after that day.

viii. I voted to name your cat Sir Fat Cat McCatterson. And I’m not even sorry.

ix. (I’m sorry.)

x. I love you.

—  Ten Things Aaron Wants To Tell Andrew (But Never Will)
rules and tips for dating a hockey player

what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? ill have you know i graduated top of my class in the navy seals, and ive been involved in numerous secret raids on al-quaeda, and i have over 300 confirmed kills. i am trained in gorilla warfare and im the top sniper in the entire us armed forces. you are nothing to me but just another target. i will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth, mark my fucking words. you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? think again, fucker. as we speak i am contacting my secret network of spies across the usa and your ip is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. the storm that wiped out the pathetic little thing you call your life. youre fucking dead, kid. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and thats just with my bare hands. not only am i extensively trained in unarmed combat, but i have access to the entire arsenal of the united states marine corps and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. if only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. but you couldnt, you didnt, and now youre paying the price, you goddamn idiot. i will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. youre fucking dead, kiddo.

Business or Pleasure? (Seungcheol x Female Reader)

Order up! for @jicheolftw

Request: Hospital setting. You’re a cardiac surgeon, and Seungcheol is the new nurse on your floor.

Smut; Exhibitionism; Kinda Dirty Talk?

Word Count: 5104


“You’re drooling.”

           You startle and drop your pen. It falls with a clack onto your clipboard before rolling off the counter towards the LPN sitting at his desk in front of you. Jeonghan picks it up and hands it back.

           You take it, suppressing a blush. “No I’m not.”

           “Practically,” he says, tucking his bangs back. “I bet he can feel you staring.”

           You glance over at the object of your gaze again. Choi Seungcheol, the new nurse on your floor, is busy at the medicine cart, picking through bottles for whatever another doctor asked for. When he bends down to look on the second shelf, his black scrubs stretch taut over his broad shoulders and show the faint outlines of well-toned muscles. Though he’s been working here for almost a month now, you’ve barely talked to him save for a quick Patient in room forty-two is due for an IV change, or Watch room twelve on his oxy intake. Work stuff. Medical stuff. Very unsexy stuff. And always followed by a deep Yes, Doctor. You don’t like to admit to yourself what that voice makes you feel under your skin.

           And Jeonghan has been giving you hell about it ever since Seungcheol introduced himself on his first day.

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a cloud of wasps follow me to bed every night and hover over my chest as if I’m worthy of my very own plague. my very own exodus. the buzzing becomes almost comforting until I remember how it feels to get stung when you’re least expecting it. 

every book I pick up is written in latin and there’s no dictionary, no textbook, no google translate. all of the knowledge I could ever desire is here in the tactile sense but nothing more, compressed into declensions that I’ve long since forgotten the rules to. brief moments of clarity followed by closed blinds and a light-switch turned off.

I’m wandering through a graveyard and every headstone has the name of somebody I love on it. it doesn’t matter that I try to plant flowers every time my knees touch the ground, nothing ever grows here. just the pain. just the regret. just the number of plots with freshly turned soil and gray slabs of concrete. I never see names being written. maybe they write themselves. maybe I write them and forget about it instantly.

there’s a room with no doors and everybody I’ve ever touched myself to the thought of is trapped in there with me. there’s a stage in this room and I’m standing on it with nothing to say. my underwear doesn’t match and for some reason this matters. only one of the people in front of me has actually seen my naked body but I cross my arms in front of my chest anyways. over the birthmark. over the first place somebody decided to break and leave broken.

I’m drowning in something that looks like water but is probably tears. vodka. gasoline. something that you associate with the word “sad.” but the catch here is that you can never really die, you’re just perpetually kicking your legs and hoping for change. but you’re in hell, sweetheart, don’t you know? your lungs aren’t supposed to be writing you thank-you notes. if you wanted stationary and gratitude you shouldn’t have let yourself fall this far down.

nobody remembers my name but they remember the poems. they remember the small hands and the pens that spun in circles but my name tastes unfamiliar and bitter on their tongues. like a bruised strawberry, or a stale marshmallow. a bunch of letters that were probably good at some point. no, they had to be good. were they good? were they good to you?

I’m still waiting for you. 
I’m still waiting.
I’m still.

—  the seven layers of hell, after Sierra DeMulder

there is nothing at all you can say to a person to change their mind on a belief if they do not wish to change their mind themselves. the only thing that works, is your behaviour, the way you interact with them, your akhlaaq. their fitrat will want to connect with you if it senses humanity. become a decent human being first, then worry about doing inviting others to the right path.

can we talk about the boys first time? philip making sure lukas was okay with doing it, asking for consent twice. lukas smiling after philip kisses him. the two of them threading their fingers together. being cautious and gentle.

i. you speed onwards into dusk, bones aching with desire. the setting sun is a waterfall of light, splashing against your windshield in blinding waves. if you could outrun your own shadow, you would. there’s something terribly lonely about that scrap of darkness, always following your hollowed-out body.
ii. they say breaking a mirror brings seven years bad luck. you think of your mother’s ancient house, the tall ceilings, the unforgiving corners, and wonder which darkened mirror your hands fumbled.
iii. the wildflowers that grow by the side of the highway nod their orange and purple and white heads as you pass. there is nothing but empty in the spaces between your ribs. there is nothing but silence.
iv. on the other side of the sunset, you find yourself at peace again.
—  full speed ahead || a.s.w.
Your A Girl?


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I cant even deal with assholes today

Screw you to everyone who is talkin shit about Matt and Joe….this is a real life tragedy

….Matt was an amazing man and friend along with son,father and brother
…he wasn’t just “Romans brother” or “Sikas son” to me or even “rosey”
….. he was a Friend of mine and someone i truly cared about…..ive never met more disrespectful human beings that those of the wrestling fandom..Joe lost his brother … so any of you saying something as cruel as to wish it was (Roman)Joe, that really shows me your nothing but heartless, this isn’t about fandom this is real life…..im so disgusted

Exposing The Fakes

I want no part in the old blog, it doesnt mean attack me or assume shit that i lied or whatever I was done for awhile ask dakota, chelsea, mel, cait, jazz and my other friends from that account I was done for awhile. I’m not having anymore of my family or friends dragged into a situation that isnt about them. When I contacted shirs band it was a last resort thing and I assure you her band deserved to know their image rides on her. As for Cristina Ive not seen her blog but Megan told me she recieved asks that Cristina said I called her mom or some shit. I said this before, I’ll say it again Megan is not me, She has her own fb and social media’s and is a real person. She wont share them cause they have nothing to do with the exposing account. Megan and I only met recently, She is someone who doesnt even fully believe me. She told me she was contacting cristina mom regardless of my input despite what you think I’m not for that I knew cristina fb i could have contacted her mom myself if I was wanting to i didnt. I didnt even look through her fb megan did it and sent screenshots. I know more than you guys realize regarding fakes snd I dont expose them the way I should of, I was too nice. Megan isnt me and when it comes to the fakes she isnt nice. Shes her own person and I am mine. I gave her the account cause shes good at exposing. I didnt give it to my friends because like me, they’ve had it. They like me have gone through months of torture at the hands of the fakes and we are all tired. They have recieved hate, rude remarks, been called fake as well as other horrible things simply because they associated with me. This post is long and about to get longer when I thank all the people who have stuck by me and been true friends.

@dakotagrey5sos A girl I met on here who is my best friend now. I love you so much and thank you for tolerating whatever I throw at you. Thank you for all the times fakes made me feel low and you were there through dms picking me up and being a friend, a friend I needed. Thabk you for helping run exposing the fakes and being apart of my life now. We have the best convos ever and its never a dull moment. I wish I could share our dms with the world so they could see the funny, random and crazy things we talk about. You’re one of the only ones I’ve introduced to my bf and let be part of my actual world and I do not regret it. You’re a true friend, I know I frustrated you at times but you stuck with me and I love you. You stuck by my side no matter what and helped me through so much. I will never turn my back on you. You are my sister from another mister.

@fangirling-full-timex Chelsea, my biggest fan and Calums. You are like a sister to me and I love you. You have personaally attacked the fakes in my defense and had my back. I love you, our convos like dakota are random and hilarious and I love them. I want you to know I never ignored you on purpose and thank you for sticking by me no matter what fakes said or tried to convince you about me. We had our moments but thats done and our friendship is only stronger for it.

@xxheyitzcaitxx My girl, I love you so much. I am so glad we met. You have had my back from day one. You never let the fakes win and have been my friend. Youve made millions of vids in my defense. You have prob been one of the ones who’s really been brought into this for that I’m sorry. Your following all your beans scare the fakes which is why they target you. Anyone who can convince ppl they lied they fear and attack. Ive in trusted you with things about my life no one knows I dont regret it you have been amazing and are truly one of my best friends.

@meldb74 Melanie, I love you. I thank you for standing by me and being my friend and trusting me. You have been at this with me for awhile. You have become like a big sister to me. I love you and our talks even if they consist of mystal at times lol. You have been a true friend and proved to me you have my best interest at heart I love you.

@sleepingpixiee I love you, thank you for helping me in exposing fakes and being my friend. You have talked to me when I am upset and have had my back you are one of my best friends on here. I love you and we will still talk.

@exposing-the-fakes and all my followers there and friends i forgot to mention, THANK YOU. You guys have been amazing supporting me and helping me through. You guys never gave up on me. I love you guys and want you to know that. Queen D is still here but for now I am laying low and not on that blog I may never be again. I love you guys, I am sorry but anyone who is interested in still talking to me you can here and ask me whatever you want. I know who I know and thats all I will say. I will not however discuss my personal life anymore. I hope you guys understand. I love you all.