Back from the dead briefly. Was tagged by Anna.
Right, so here are seven random facts about my beautiful self.
- I am obsessed with Orihara Izaya, and pimping him out to absolutely any character that exists. This includes animals and tentacle monsters.
- I still haven’t managed to listen to the entirety of Kotonoha no Hana (NSFW) without having to close the tab out of embarrassment/arousal/shame.
- I can’t actually draw in manga style properly anymore.
- I wouldn’t be able to stay in a stable relationship with anybody, and I don’t want kids, biological or adopted.
- That being said, eyes off my husbando, Zack Fair, and my waifu, Aqua.
- My Tumblr exists solely to keep all my favourite Animal Crossing: New Leaf stuff and porn in one place.
- I have a fetish for attractive voices, as well as a fetish for beautiful boys and handsome girls doing this.
I tag anybody who knows what my OTP is.
There seems to be a common problem amongst parents, including mine: they tend to play favourites.
It’s not unusual in my house for my parents to deal with a situation by the way of deciding which child they happen to like more. Take, for example, an incident which took place only this morning: my brother damaged the HDMI cable for one of our consoles because he wasn’t being careful as he was putting it away, and my mother took his side when we got into an argument about it, explaining that it was my fault for wanting to move the console in the first place, as well as “always” expecting my brother to do this one task for me.
This kind of thing doesn’t happen in only my house. I’m sure you’ve had similar experiences, or at least have heard stories like this.
It’s strange. Why are parents, of all people, playing favourites? They are the ones we rely on the most. They are meant to love all of us equally.
Well, I think I have finally cracked this case, my friends. You might need to sit down for this one. As it turns out, the reason why our parents so often deal us bad cards in favour of our bratty brothers and sisters… is because our parents are humans, and therefore have so many flaws that you’d die before you could finish counting all of them. Furthermore, they, in their positions of power over naive children desperately reliant on them, feel no obligation to try and improve themselves. They are the parents, and always have the final word. To expect anything better of them would surely be disrespectful.
I’m feeling quite bitter right now.
- It’s summer. I am free until September. All my exams, homework and the majority of my responsibilities have been flushed down the toilet with exaggerated excitement.
- That doesn’t mean my summer won’t be somewhat eventful, though. I’m currently working on Big Things, each of which I’m actually quite passionate about. In other words, if I were you, I would expect totally pointless posts about said Big Things that don’t add anything to the general conversation in any way whatsoever.
- This blog has effectively been reborn. Every post before this one is gone. If that’s inconvenienced you in anyway, I’m really sorry, but I just… felt like I needed a fresh start after such stressful past months.
- This blog is still a writing blog. Writing is the one thing that I’ve kept being passionate about throughout my life, and I don’t plan on ever abandoning it. I’ll still be posting short stories, poems, stuff like that. That being said, you should know that both my style of writing and ideas have gotten a lot darker than they were before.
- I’m sorry for being away for so long. And… I’m really happy to be back.
I should probably go to sleep now. See you in a few hours.