You remind me of my ex-girlfriend’s fat friends who all mistakenly believed they were intelligent and funny.
Right, sure, so you have a deep meaningful connection with every possible facet of independent youth culture. And can only express it in still images. If you have ever had a single original thought in your entire life, have you considered featuring it on your tumblr, just to ‘change things up’? Not arty. Not deep. Not cool. Just pretentious and grating.
okay look, i tried to like you. all you do is reblog rickhawk and post semi nude pictures of yourself. you have a child. please take care of him and grow up.
first of all you have a stupid name.. i’m sure you know this and somehow find it fun/ironic giving you yet another reason to chest bump ortake a shot. also, please stop making that face… you know which one i mean..

that one. oh yea… i’m assuming you’ve accepted your glaringly obvious alcoholism. it seems like you’re drunk or holding a drink in more than half of your “it must be GPOY-Day that ends in a Y”
Nothing but an endless cycle of ‘My musical tastes are better than your musical tastes’ and ‘My spelling and grammar are better than your spelling and grammar.’ The latter is often not even true.
please,
enough with the photobooth / twitpic self-portraits and photoshop filters.
also, enough with the smushy faces, kissy faces, and “grr” faces. it’s over, it’s been over. cut it out.
enough shameless advertisement that you have a macbook. it’s just a computer, baby, it’s not getting you anywhere in life.
enough conversations with your boyfriend via tumblr. you’re dating in real life, right? no one needs, or wants, to know what the two of you think of yourselves (especially since you seem to persist in drawing a comparison between yourselves and vanessa hudgens/zac efron…why you would stoop to such a level is beyond me.)
enough writing. if you insist on continuing to tumblr, for god’s sake, stick to the photobooth / twitpic self-portraits. you can’t spell, your grammar is shit, and you are generally inept when it comes to writing anything beyond a one-line caption. also, no one cares to read your philosophical waxings, or about what you do with your days or nights, how community college is, how long it’s taking you to finish community college or why, how hard you try to pretend that you live in NYC, your small-town aspirations, etc. on a similar note, the word y’all is a contraction of the phrase you all, not ya all. y’all not ya’ll .
this, just like you, is a huge waste of my time, but i am so inherently irritated by you that i can justify it on some level. taking one for the team, guys.
if you’re having sex to enya and korn, then i think you’re doing it wrong.
you are so blatently trying for tumblarity it hurts
stop with the repost spam, the “shout outs” to new followers and stupid quotes
“GO OUT AND LOVE SOMEONE”
no, go out and get off the internet
([redacted] here/please don’t post any of these) I changed my mind about deleting the christine friar post. NO REGRETS. DON’T delete it!! hahaha I’m actually kind of proud of it
thanks again, [redacted]
P.S. DON’T POST THESE
Is it possible to delete the post I made about christine friar? I just realized how brutal it was after seeing it on your page… If you can that would help me sleep at night. If you can’t, I guess I don’t really have a choice but to regret it, so just shoot me an e-mail at [redacted] just so I know you read this.
Thanks, [redacted]
Guess what honey, we all know what a push up bra is, and when you take pictures from the exact same angle every fucking day and make the same stupid face, we know what you’re up to.
I started following you because I liked half of the things I saw on the first 3-4 pages of your tumblr, then more recently I started to realize the things you “found” were actually just off of other peoples’ tumblrs because I would see them posted by someone else and a day or 2 later, there it is, all shiny and brand new, straight from you.
I hardly believe you’re a teacher because I doubt teachers have time to post pictures of cupcakes and dreamy photos during the middle of the day… every day. GET OFF THE INTERNET! GET A FUCKING LIFE.
You’re annoying and your smirk/slanty-smile really needs to go away. It’s not cute, and please for the love of god stop wearing so much fucking lipgloss. IT’S TACKY. YOU’RE TACKY and if I were your boyfriend, I would prefer the sights, sounds and entertainment of my xbox over the sight of you, your face, and the smell of your burning hair.
I followed him because he was following me, and I soon realized what a terrible idea that was. LOOK. No one cares if you’re pierced. If you are, good for you. Don’t make a huge fucking deal about it and act like someone’s judging you and hating on you for it and post about it continually on your tumblr, BECAUSE NO ONE IS. The only reason they hate you is because you’re fucking annoying. And don’t reblog every single personal post from a tumblr you like and ask them to explain. It’s fucking creepy. FYI? Posting insulting things about cops and how you defy and beat them up isn’t cool. First of all, it’s illegal. Second of all, it just makes you look like a wannabe tough guy.
And you’re a pussy.
You have neither friends nor a life, do you? You think we give enough of a damn to care for three posts about how you don’t do drugs? You think we care about how you want “him”, whoever that is? You’re sixteen years old, and trying to be someone you aren’t. My god, that’s embarassing. Your writing isn’t poetic. It is shit.