The party is no longer sparkly or German.
Seriously, this blog is dead. If you wanna keep following me, I’m over here now


Seriously, this blog is dead. If you wanna keep following me, I’m over here now

Sorry, I went to bed before I could answer this one.
1. First impression: “Do you wanna be in my harem?” “….yes?” “Welcome, #178.” Well that was odd…
2. Truth is: You are such a beautiful young woman and I’m so glad we met.
3. How old do you look: 14
4. Have you ever made me laugh: Yes
5. Have you ever made me mad: Never
6. Best feature: Your adorable little face~
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: I kind of did, but you’re way too young for me so it made me feel like a creepy person ;^;
8. You’re my: Waifu <3
9. Name in my phone: Waifu
10. Should you post this too? Yes
1. First impression: Ooh, a guy Nepeta! How awesome~
2. Truth is: You’re a really cool guy and even though I don’t know you that well yet you’ve been very kind to me and offered many words fo comfort and strength. I thank you very much for that <3
3. How old do you look: Mid 20s
4. Have you ever made me laugh: I think so
5. Have you ever made me mad: No
6. Best feature: DAT HAIR~
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: No
8. You’re my: Manepeta
9. Name in my phone: Not in my phone
10. Should you post this too? Yes~
Agreed. One of my closer friends and I enjoy discussing our theories about the plot and I can deal with people in small doses, but take me to a meet-up with every kind of fan and suddenly it’s not fun anymore. Our last meet-up, though it got kind of big, was in a public restaurant and only one person had worn troll make-up. Still, I thought we were all well-behaved and very low-key.
Eeeeewwwwwwwwww trollpeniswhywouldyouevendothat? That sounds horrific. I’m so sorry, babbu *pappap*
I don’t mind most of the Homestucks around here, we’re a pretty well-behaved group compared to others out there. It’s just the group is made up of all different kinds of people, including elitists and derps and hardcores and chillaxed peoples. Put them all together, all 500 or so of them in the same staircase or hallway, and that’s too much for me to handle. Plus it creates a fire hazard. I’ve never experienced anything bad at a con (then again I’ve only been to one cosplaying Homestuck), so I’ve never actually experienced any creepers, but I know eventually a situation will arise.
Oh no, I love you guys to death! I don’t know what I would do without you >3< But some people have either A) made me feel less than welcome because of things and B) annoyed me to the point of I don’t want to be associated with them anymore. It’s none of you guys, I promise. It’s just me being weird as usual.
Hurgablerg, I’m leaving this spare account. Tired of watching my followers leave one by one because of the stupid giveaway. I’m giving my actual account a makeover and another chance. Cheers <3

A - If I’m in love.
B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.
C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.
D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.
E - How many holes I have in my ears.
F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’
G - The last person I said ‘I love you’ to.
H - The last person I hugged.
I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.
J - How old I am.
K- What my full name is.
L - If I have siblings.
M - If I forgive betrayal.
N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.
O - If I like my school.
P - What kind of music I like.
Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.
R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.
S - 2 habits.
T- 5 things I love unconditionally.
U - How many texts I send daily.
V - 3 big dreams.
W - An idol.
X - If I’ve done something I regret very much.
Y - If I like my town and why.
Z - Ask any question you want.dooooo it.Do it and I’ll love you forever.
These kinds of things are the only things I can post/repost without losing followers.
(Source: mentalfictions, via hokaidoplanet)
Change is something I cannot control and I cannot stand it.
Change is supposed to be a natural part of life.
Change is me stubbornly holding onto the last remaining strands of my friendships like strings that are unraveling. And no matter what I say or do, I cannot keep them together. Perhaps they are already gone and I’m simply stuck with an empty clenched fist that I refuse to open.
I never got to say goodbye.