Her whole gallery was horrible Myspace-styled selfies, most of those in black and white with fake nerd glasses. Please no…
Anonymous asked:
Im so glad my mom refuse to buy me hot topic clothes, but I cringe at the way I acted through my light emo/scene phase
Im so glad my mom refuse to buy me hot topic clothes, but I cringe at the way I acted through my light emo/scene phase
and i’m glad that i got over that phase before high school started
headphonescinderella asked:
May I ask what your were phases like?
May I ask what your were phases like?
hot topic phase
weeaboo phase
i don’t even want to think about it
clodhoppers asked:
In the same light as everyone having a phase, I also had a snowflake phase when I was younger, and I forgot mostly about it until one of my friends found a deviantART account I had years ago. It was one of the most embarrassing things I've ever experienced having him see/read what I posted. :o
In the same light as everyone having a phase, I also had a snowflake phase when I was younger, and I forgot mostly about it until one of my friends found a deviantART account I had years ago. It was one of the most embarrassing things I've ever experienced having him see/read what I posted. :o
god girl i feel you
my old youtube account was horrifying
Anonymous asked:
I feel like all of your followers (including me) feel a twinge of uneasiness toward your blog, even through the laughter, because it reminds us of our own snowflake phases. You all know you had one. Don't lie.
I feel like all of your followers (including me) feel a twinge of uneasiness toward your blog, even through the laughter, because it reminds us of our own snowflake phases. You all know you had one. Don't lie.
even us mods had one
Anonymous asked:
4 years ago in sophomore year of high school I wrote an essay about how ~special and unique~ I was because I didn't dress like *~other girls!!*~ and had to present it to the class. Everyone including the teacher was dead silent. No one clapped. I got a D. I will never live this down.
4 years ago in sophomore year of high school I wrote an essay about how ~special and unique~ I was because I didn't dress like *~other girls!!*~ and had to present it to the class. Everyone including the teacher was dead silent. No one clapped. I got a D. I will never live this down.
sometimes you have to learn the hard way anon )’:
