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So I kinda started a blog with photos of my face and stuff.
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21. Unsure. Getting there.
So I kinda started a blog with photos of my face and stuff.
Cute as a motherfucker.
Have you ever had a pet name? what is your favorite pet named you have ever been called? what is your least favorite?
Holy shit, this post disappeared into my ask box, I am SO SORRY, I WASN’T IGNORING YOU.
Umm, I have pet names that sound more like insults, so my dad has called me Scum Puppy ever since I can remember, and I got called Beast in high school because I was bigger than most of the boys and this prolly intimidated them (ahahahaha, six foot tall, EAT IT UP).
My mama and stepdad call me Munchkin, idk why, I might actually ask them after thinking about it.
Favourite pet name? Umm, I’ve kinda grown to love all of them because they’ve become symbolic of how I view myself. Like, physically I am beastly, and I won’t ever forget that some people will always judge that.
My least favourite. Umm. I got called Emmy-Hair-Do in primary? There was this one ay that I put my hair up in these weird curly shoelace things and some people shortened my name to Em anyway (no, stop it, we don’t roll like that) and I guess it kinda stuck.
Em, Emmy, Emer. I hate shortenings of my own name, like damn it’s only three syllables, calm down.
It was two a.m. and we'd done nothing.
I'm vain today, okay?
I think you should make a page on this blog with just pics of you! :)
I guess? If that’s something that people would be interested in?
Okay.
So, the girl is these photos with me is incredible. Like, seriously. We met when we were 12, and I honestly can't imagine my life without you. I mean, it's not every day you meet a girl who makes the best jelly shots this side of Christmas.
Everyone, I'd like you to meet Charlotte, or Cake. Cake is my rock. And that's not a hollow title. Her being my best friend doesn't mean we just go shopping together, or get our nails done. Cake is the one person whose shoulder I can sob into without worrying about snot. No matter how badly I'm singing along to a song, she joins in and sings too. She is, honest to God, the platonic love of my life. I don't know what I'd do without her, I don't wanna think about it tbh.
She doesn't get it sometimes. Like, how incredibly rad she is. And she's fucking hilarious! Like, seriously. And (as you can all see) she's a freakin' babe. No matter what haircut she gets, she's always gorgeous, I mean, come on, who could rock a head-bow like she does?
So, I just wanted to say that I love her. Very, very much. And if she wasn't here, I don't know what I'd do. It's not so much that I couldn't live without her, it's that I'd never ever want to.
You're the peanut-butter to my jelly, babygirl.
A gift for my stepmother.