My anxiety is absolutely stupid lately. My phone is probably going to die if it doesn’t dry itself out (it took a dunk in some water). And my ANXIETY. I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attack at least half of the time. =/
To Be a Fairy Princess
On my way to becoming a fairy princess, there'll be a few bumps along the road, right? Musings, art, food, cookies, lolita, and whinings, all here!
Warning: Most of my art and writing is NSFW. Proceed with caution!
Ask me anything
August262012
July282012
UGGH
(Source: lolitaproblems)
12PM
Usually, “fat”. Sometimes I get others, but it’s usually that.
(Source: lolitaproblems)
July232012
“I’m a Lolita and I’m also into BDSM… I feel incredibly insulted and hurt when other Lolitas insinuate that if someone has kinks, they can’t possibly be a Lolita. What I do in the bedroom has NOTHING to do with me wearing Lolita, so all of you, stop hating on people with kinks, we aren’t “ruining” your precious fashion. Stop saying that people with kinks shouldn’t wear Lolita. You can’t tell me what to wear, no one gave you that right.”
Wait people say/think this???? REALLY?
Yes, yes they do. Since lolita is all pure sugar and candy and whatthefuck ever, you can’t have any sort of alternative lifestyle, whether that be in the bedroom or outside of the bedroom. Obviously, not everyone thinks this, but enough people do that it becomes bothersome.
To be fair, a lot of people in the BDSM community think you can’t be a real dom/sub/slave/master/royalhighnessofcandyland if you don’t do certain things by their rules, either.
All these little stupid communities have such completely ridiculous rules about what does and does not count as being a ‘real club member’. For some lolitas, that means not being kinky.
I don’t really get why they even care, either. It’s not like I’d show up to a meet with bondage gear mixed in with my lolita. It’s not like while at a meet, I’ll talk about how AWESOME MASTER IS AT THIS AND THAT. It’s not like while at a meet, I’ll even be asking them about their sexual preferences or talking about mine. That doesn’t belong in most situations, unless you know the people really well and it’s a specific conversation being had.
And FYI to any people who think kinky people who wear lolita are all ageplayers - We’re not. Some are, some aren’t. Just like people who wear ‘normal’ clothing. I’m not an ageplayer. I don’t really care if someone is or not. I don’t even care if they wear lolita while doing their age play shit. They bought the clothes, they can do what they want with them. I bought my clothes, I should be able to wear them whether or not I’m kinky without being judged.
As long as people are being respectful of you and as long as they’re not hurting anyone, why do you care what they do just because they’re wearing clothes like you?
(via mokele-mbembe)
June232012
Bad Advice...
People with an invisible illness often have to deal with suggestions and advice that imply they are not really sick, but they just aren’t trying hard enough to get better. Sometimes people are genuinely trying to be helpful, but they don’t take the time to learn about the illness…
I just raged this WHOLE TIME I was reading this. I can’t tell you how often people have done this to me and how many people just assume I’m a lazy bitch who is unwilling to help herself.
YOU try walking a mile when your leg feels like it’s coming out of the socket. YOU try exercising when your muscles are having spasms or when it feels like someone’s taking an ice pick and reaming it through your arm over and over.
Unless you’re a doctor who is well versed in what is wrong with me, please don’t tell me to do more. I do what I can and that has to be enough. If it’s not, I may as well just curl up and die right now.
June222012
Anna Karenina (2012)
I don’t know if I’m excited for this movie or dreading how badly it’ll likely be fucked up by Kiera Knightley and America.
EDIT- to add that actually, it’s England that made this movie, not America. Somehow this might actually worry me more.
(via highvictoriana)
May282012
I’m still dying xDD
This was so good. XD
(Source: marshmallowmausoleum)
May172012
DFHAIHAFSDHFDSHFADS rage
I’m tired of all the politics this year. The more people bitch and moan and cry about everything and the more politicians just don’t listen, the more I think Tolstoy had the right idea in being an anarchist. I’m tired of hearing about this person is getting screwed or that person isn’t happy because of X. Not saying these complaints aren’t legitimate, and being female, a lot of these complaints affect me as well this year.
But that just isn’t enough to make me care. And I’m tired of being forced to listen by other people, because I DON’T CARE anymore. Go complain about lack of laws this or taking away laws that to someone else. If you’re so unhappy about the government, stop voting for crappy politicians. If you voted for the person you’re complaining about, it’s your own damn fault. If you didn’t vote for that person, then stop complaining. You’ll get your chance to complain about the person you voted for next time.
But that’s all people do, in the end: COMPLAIN. No one’s ever happy here. I’m tired of the pessimism. I’m tired of the cynicism.
I’m tired of “prejudice this” and “no one understands” that. You’re not the first person to go through whatever it is you’re going through; most of the others made it, you will, too.
Laws will never be perfect because humans will never be perfect. In all honesty, just GET OVER IT and try to be happy with WHAT YOU HAVE. Because if you’re just constantly bitching about things you DON’T have, then how are you appreciating what you DO have?
Maybe I’m just a privileged white girl so I could never understand your problems. But you’re probably also a healthy human being, so you could never understand mine. It’s okay; I’m not asking you to understand. Why are you asking ME to understand? I support your right to be who you want to be, so stop complaining at me about how much your life sucks because of this or that. I’m not going to do anything to change things; I don’t vote. Go complain at someone who DOES vote. They’re the ones that’ll accomplish more. Or at the very least will care more.
Yes, it sucks that you can’t marry who you want (this isn’t just targeted at homosexuals). Yes, it sucks that society won’t accept who for who you are. Yes, it sucks that it’s hard to get the legal recognition of who you are. But in reality, I just don’t care and can’t do anything about it. Complain to a politician. Complain to a political movement group. Complain to someone who can do something about it.
No matter how much you bitch, I won’t vote. No matter how much you complain, I won’t really be able to sympathize anymore. I’ve heard all the arguments, all the complaints, all the legal this’es and that’s. I’ve heard it all multiple times and my head is swimming with all this stuff and I’m just sick of hearing about it.
I just wanted some goddamn coupons, not a constant stream of WAR AGAINST WOMEN politics.
Rant over.
May142012
30 Day Lolita Challenge Days TwentyTwo and TwentyThree
Day 22 – A picture of your room.
I am going to save you from having to look at it. It’s truly awful.
Now, because you’re not getting there, here’s the next one:
Day 23 – A picture of your handwriting.
Oh god. Alright. Here we go.
My handwriting is awful and I’m sorry. Look at that crooked “I”.
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