Me And My Urge To Look Like The Girl Corpse Sings About.

Girls turn 12 and decide that's enough height growth for the rest of their lives.

Hoshigaki Kisame is the dilf in Akatsuki.

He has moments where he could be your friend's hot divorced father. I can imagine him being a dad like Charlie Swan. Single, hot, a little oblivious to the things teens do, protective, and provider.

Now as much as I would buy Itachi's bath water, fill my tub with it and let my body submerge in it till I dissolve into it, Itachi is not a dilf. He is a husband.

Sure Itachi is out of my league, but Kisame is forbidden.

Came on this app to relax but now I want to stab everyone in Studio Perriot who was involved in the production of Naruto.

I'm Indian but I have an American accent due to Hannah Montana.

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

People be name checked in my burned suicide notes and have the audacity to ask for money.

The yassification of the Orange Bible.

Never trust a bitch who says pretty privilege is not real. Cuz guess what? It's a fucking lie.

People treat you differently based on how you look and treat yourself. I have been in that situation for most of my life.

When I was ugly, people treated me like a subhuman species. To them, I was always taking too much space. They didn't want to be associated with me. And the people who talked to me treated me like a hurt puppy, not because they cared about me, but because they wanted to feed their savior complex. There were girls who kept me around just because I make them look better. They acted like their presence was charity to an unworthy person like me. My obsession with Pokémon was made fun of because it was "childish" and "weird".

Well it wasn't weird anymore when made myself pretty. Once I lost a few kilos and got better skin, people were actually nicer to me and finally treated me like a human. My interests were met with honest but kind responses. I was finally happy. And I put in the work to be that happy. I exercised everyday for hours, took long showers too remove every bit of imperfections from my body, measured the nutrients in every kcal I consumed, covered myself in whitening cream, spent hours doing my hair and makeup just so people won't turn everything I do into a joke. It too high maintenance just to be treated like a human.

Inner beauty is a fucking lie. No one wants inner beauty. Kindness and empathy don't mean shit when you are ugly. I know, I've seen it. I was too good of a person for my own good once, but what did I receive i return? Semi-human treatment.

But people born pretty don't know this. Don't trust them one bit.

I have made my OC's over the course of ten years. The most recent one is name Sayumi Uchiha.

Sayumi Uchiha has dark hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and no hope or life. So I want to talk about how she came to be.

Sayumi Uchiha was originally supposed to be named Katsumi but I figured I like names starting with the letter S.

Like any of my oc's she was too overpowered. She was suppose to have a Sharingan, a byakugan, Telekinesis and Mind reading, along with Uzumaki ancestry.

Later, I decided to not make her a Hyuga and discarded the idea of her having a byakugan as it was way too much for one person to have. Same with the mind reading, it made it difficult to create obstacles for her.

I wanted to give her red hair but I created her for the sole purpose of shipping her with Gaara. So I decided to change it because they looked like siblings. I also ended up giving up on any ideas of her being a Uzumaki as I didn't know much about the clan's kekkei genkai. I also ended up switching her ship from Gaara to Itachi. I decide on a forever one-sided love on her end [he is her thirteenth cousin but it's okay because they are clan kids.]

That left her with a Uchiha and Kazeshima bloodline that gives her the Telekinesis ability. She was born in Sunagakure to a Uchiha father and a Kazeshima mother. She was found in the forest in the land of fire at the age of 6 by Konoha Jonins after her mother’s dead and was brought to the village. This led to her being taken in [not adopted] by Mikoto Uchiha, and her husband was reluctant to let her as he didn't let her take in Naruto four year prior to that.

At the beginning, I planned for her to be the lead character of my fanfiction and make Sakura the 2nd lead as her best friend but it didn't work out. I tried to make obstacles for Sayumi but she was way too strong, physically. If she was in the story it wouldn't make past six chapters as she would solo everyone. So I changed the positions and had her killed in the Uchiha Massacre.

But the thing is, she could've killed Itachi right there when she found the entire clan dead. She didn't because she lost hope and her second family. She didn't even try to fight when her beloved peirced his Katana to her heart. Rather, she gripped the blade just to twist it and make the blood gush out. In a way, she committed suicide.

This decision changed a lot of things, mainly the way I wanted to portray Sakura. I originally wanted to make her a career chunin and have her solely focused on healing as it was difficult to bring a civilian out of Sasuke, Naruto and Kakashi's shadow. But she had to fill the role of the lead character of my fanfiction and it wasn't it. Having Sakura wanting to torture Itachi for Sayumi's dead was what made me write it further. Making her a person with her own ideology of art, her own creations of medical jutsus used to kill and torture, and her own goal of bringing Sayumi back to life was what I needed.

Sayumi was gifted with talent and strength since birth. She was destined to be the strongest. And she wanted nothing more than to give it away and live a normal life. She was emotionally weak. Too matured for a kid, to childish for an adult, abusing her power to get her way and not holding herself accountable for the pain caused to people. She died before she could do any real damage.

I just wish I can get enough motivation to write the fanfiction someday.

Let her shoot everyone in Studio Periott or whatever it's called.

Winter makes me feel a certain kind of way. The season has seen me at my worst. The worst point of my "bieber-fever", worst phase of my tween years' longing for requited love and worst nights of my school days when I wanted nothing more than to escape the walls of my house past my strict parents and be with my friends. It always seemed as if everything got worse in winter. My loneliness, my desperation, my health (both physical and mental) and my hopeless daydreaming (sometimes it's nightdreaming). That has always made me sad because the cold mist of winter also makes me happy. It's sad to me because every year, I don't get to enjoy such a beautiful season as I get pulled or pushed down to the lowest point of my year again and again.

But winter also bring me hope. A hope that things will get better 'maybe this time'. Even if it doesn't, another thing will remain constant. I will continue to look out of my window at cold nights and gaze at the dreamy lights shining in the mist, again. I will continue to let it fill me with the feeling of nostalgia for the things that never happened, to fill me with anemoia, again. I will continue to hope for the best. Again.