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stardustpubs · 4 years

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From Neverland

What does it mean to love someone? Do you have to sacrifice everything for the sake of their happiness? Will it come naturally over time? Are there things you have to change about yourself? How does it last forever? May be these are all the wrong questions to ask. May be it's the wrong perception of love. People often stereotypes love; but in actuality; love is diverse, a different case for everyone. Written in these pages is the final journal entry of a man who struggled to keep his love going, but instead, witnessed the death of his high school sweetheart from a deadly disease that had torn apart many. Being in love with someone for years until you are forced to move on whether you like it or not is no easy task. I guess forever is not enough to measure how one can love. A lifetime? May be. Probably. We might never know. These things should just be left aside as a superficial distant future. For all we know, love is boundless.

A dashing first attempt of a bittersweet love story that is relatable in some way or another.

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November 21, 2017

Huxley Lofts Apartments, Room 208

478 Railroad Street, Groton, NY

A month has passed since tragedy struck this apartment. It's been an entire month of wistfulness and wander. The incident almost seems like a dream by now, slowly sinking to memory, scar emerging. But echoes and memoirs of my past deeds, whether in bliss or in woe, still haunts me to my very being.

Me. Her. Us. And everything in between.

It all begs me to remember when I try my best to forget. But maybe I don't need to forget. May be what I need is to learn from it. Sounds cliché doesn't it? That's because it is. And it's pitiful enough for me to advise myself some sappy life lesson that I'm sure will not even pursue. Sigh.

'If only I'd ran faster.'

'If only I had kept my mouth shut.'

'May be only then, I wouldn't feel so empty right now.'

'And broken.'

'And alone.'

'And lost.'

These were the thoughts I had on that cold winter night. I still do feel the same, yes, only lighter. The wound is still there but not as deep anymore because I do not intend to be held back by these thoughts forever. Regretting the things I failed to do or what I could have done will not and will never change what had already happened. I have to keep moving forward. I need to let her be the doves and sing among the stars in Neverland. At least, that is what she want me to do and I have to keep my word close to my heart at all times.

What a horrible way to start an entry, I know. I was never really good a writing introductions. Let's just hope I can write the ending better. Anyway, like I said before, I need to keep moving forward, and I'll start by narrating the events that took the life of one (MY) Wendy 'Darling'.

Welp, here goes nothing.

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It was hours afterwards when I found myself weaving hastily through the crowded streets of the city: through the loud chatters of passersby, the constant ringing of phones, and the bickering of cards and buses; an irritating cacophony of the city's night life. I mean, it's the same for the day, but still, irritating. Not to mention the invasive contact of skin and the quick warm breath of the people made it difficult to breathe. Or was it just me? I'm not so sure anymore. What's worse though is that it was so freaking cold. I had nothing but a jacket, a plain shirt, a pair of sweat pants, and sandals on in the middle of November. It was such an embarrassment to be seen in such thin clothing.

To be honest, I just sort of ran out the door and didn't bother to put on anything else since getting the medicine for Wendy was my top priority at that moment. Besides, it doesn't really matter now, does it? It was always my fault anyway. I got carried away by the heat of the moment and overreacted. We had another argument, well, the same argument actually. It's all she has been saying about over these past few months.

"Arthur, I don't want to take my medications anymore," she said in a weak frail voice.

I stood by the bedside table measuring her prescriptions with mouth agape but not entirely. Shell shocked, sure, but seemingly - ok, may be it was obvious- annoyed by the consistency of her pleas.

"Yet you never do," I replied.

"I'm sure of it this time," she responded with great confidence.

"Sigh. Why even what that, Sunshine? If that happens, I'll be lonely for the rest of my days."

I flashed her a soft wavering smile before she mumbled, "But you don't have to be," her eyes wet with tears. At that moment, I dove in to the edge of the bed and caressed her cheeks as I attempt to stop her from crying.

With my heart rumbling, my stomach churning, and my smile faltering, I asked, "What's wrong, Darling?"

"I am! I've caused you nothing but trouble this past year. I'm a burden to you, Arthur. I always have been."

"What are you saying? No you're not. Never have I thought of you like that," I argued in return.

"Just look at you. You work 4 hours a days at 3 part-time jobs each and for what? 3 bottles of 'booze' a month that doesn't even seem to work while you struggle to pay the rent. No sleep, no eat, all work; you're basically as dead as me."

"So, what are you implying?"

"Forget about me. Think about yourself for once."

'But we decided this would only be temporary until we can afford for your surgery."

"Yeah, well, I'm deciding something else now."

"And I decided we will never speak of this again!" I said with a raised voice.

Silence enveloped the room. Not one of us dared to utter a word for the moment. But the presence of it was foreboding, and so I spoke, "It's time for your medicine". I grabbed the tray littered with bottle sand cups from the table and placed it between ourselves like a boundary before guiding one of the cups towards her mouth.

"I don't want to," she pouted.

Irritated, I said, "Enough is enough, honey. Drink the medicine."

"No."

"Drink-"

"I said no!"

"Just drink the god-medicine, Wendy," I exclaimed as I shoved her the medicine.

"NO!"

Next thing I knew, there was a slap at my wrist and a thump in my lap alongside the clattering of plastic and shattering of glass. It took me a second staring at the pool of chemical splattered on the floor before I processed what had just happened: She shattered her one chance of survival I so desperately worked hard to give her. And then, I broke down into fits...

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I SPENT ON THAT? FOR YOU AND FOR THAT CAD SHIT?"

"Arthur, I'm-" she stammered.

"NO, YOU'RE NOT! ALL THIS TIME, YOU'VE ONLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT! WHAT ABOUT WHAT I WANT? ALL I WANTED WAS TO SEE YOU GET BETTER. I WANTED YOU TO LIVE. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, I WANTED TO KEEP LOVING YOU!"

"WE'RE NOT LIVING IN A FAIRY TALE, ARTHUR. WE'RE NOT IN NEVERLAND LIKE WE ALWAYS BELIEVED. THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS HAPPILY EVER AND THERE WILL NEVER WILL BE. THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT ARE JUST MEANT TO BE BROKEN. AND I'M ONE OF THEM. IF YOU TRULY LOVE ME, THEN LET ME GO. WE'RE BOTH SUFFERING IF WE CONTINUE TO LIVE LIKE THIS."

The thought of such deed struck a chord in my heart which left me speechless once again. But knowing myself, I refuse to accept such fate, and I decided to make sure of it.

"Stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes," I ordered in the most calming voice I could muster at that time.

"Where do you plan on going?"

�� "The pharmacy."

"In the middle of the night? That's 4 blocks away! You can't be serious!"

I ignored her nevertheless as I reached for my jacket in the closet, but she held onto my arm before I could do so and pleaded, "Please, Arthur, just stop it already. It's not worth it. It’ll be too late. Please!” However, I just shook her off and went anyway and said, "For you, anything is worth it," because apparently, apathetic is what I am.

The mere lights of each lamppost illuminated a small portion of the darkened setting against the bright fluorescent lights; guiding me and leading me home. A sudden burst of rain made everything dreamy and hazy. While others went to seek refuge, I dashed across the crosswalk with a bag of necessities, passing door after door. I was completely soaked, but I couldn't care less. I was desperate to return to the apartment. And when I did, she was right. It was too late...I was too late. "Wendy, I'm back," I called out. What I expected to be the woman of my dreams to welcome me home, instead, I found a pale figure drowned in blankets sleeping soundly in our bed, a single piece of paper rested over her hand:

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And that was the end of it, the end of our supposed to be never-ending story. When the paramedics came, they informed me that she died shortly after I left her from a heart attack due to high blood pressure. It was my fault. Everything was fault. I was the one who ruined everything. But that's beside the point. What matters right now is how I shall move on from such a tragedy.

Do I call myself a widower now? We haven't actually gotten engaged or anything, I guess not. Would I even learn to love again? It depends on how I see it now. If I would have guess, I once believed wholeheartedly on the concept of forever, yet, I never really understood any of it. But I think I do now; it's a lie. Forever is a beautiful you wished to believe with someone and cherished it together against all odds.

You know what, may be Wendy and I aren't meant to be forever. May be it was only meant for a lifetime, at least, Wendy's. I still have all the time in world that I can spend loving her. May be I won't end it just yet - or maybe I won't. We'll never know. But when I do, I'm going to tell her all about it in another life.

Signing off,

James Arthur Celestine, Her Peter Pan.

PS. What do you know, I did write a better ending!

#short story #love #bittersweet #fiction #rework

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mirceakitsune · 7 years

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VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT REGARDING MY ART, PLEASE READ!

Alright... this is a journal I'll be writing with a very heavy heart. It's a decision which I know will disappoint a lot of people, as it goes against the things I've promised to do toward the community, not to mention those who are watching and have been supporting me thus far. However I believe it is the only right approach at this stage, and will not be changing my mind about it. Below is an in-depth explanation of my decision... please read the entire post before judging and jumping to conclusions. Thank you.

I have decided that I will no longer be publishing my art or animations under a free license. In fact, I'm looking into how I may retract this license from my existing works altogether, and switch to the classic copyright system used by other artists. My game projects (such as Vore Tournament) will also become proprietary and close-sourced soon, while I'll be looking into integrating DRM for further protection against piracy.

This decision comes after an incident on another art site which I will not name here, involving a person I'd rather keep anonymous for now. About two weeks ago, this person decided to re-upload all of my works to their own gallery on another website... some of them modified in ways I do not approve of (eg: vore bellies removed) and with my signature stripped and therefore no credit given. I've went through various procedures trying to resolve the problem peacefully, which I will dive into in more detail below... for what it's worth, none of them had any success. After this experience, I realize why copyright is important for artists, and what a mistake I've made by allowing others to use my artwork freely... one I will not repeat again. These are the steps I went through since the whole thing began, in an attempt to resolve the issue as sanely as possible:

1 - Like every artist who deals with this sort of thing, I first contacted the person responsible for editing and leaking my art. I asked them to take it down, but as expected they refused. I then threatened them with legal action, and surprisingly they refused again. Because I was out of options and already frustrated at this point, I lastly resorted to threatening that I would find out where they live come after them... however the thief had the nerve to fear for their safety and blocked me! Wow.

2 - I next contacted the website on which my works were posted, and told them I have a case of copyright infringement to report. Someone took a look at the incident, but said that because my stuff was released under a CC license there is nothing they can do. I explained that I no longer felt like my art being openly licensed, and free licenses have a clause allowing them to be revoked based on the personal mood and regrets of an author... however they outright said I was wrong, the nerve to say such a thing to me! I proceeded to throw a stream of insults and threats at the admins... yet to my shock, I was ignored and this did not make the problem go away!

3 - With the first two options exhausted, I went ahead and did the third thing an artist does in this situation: I contacted authorities. The local police and interpol wouldn't do much, stating that only pedophile art is special enough to offend them into being motivated to do their job on the internet... so I ultimately made the big step of calling the CIA. I pointed them to the website, then showed them every piece of vore porn I've created over the years, alongside my identity documents and address so they'd know how to find me. The agents sounded very confused and uncomfortable from what I could tell, except for that one agency where I think I could hear fapping noises coming from one corner... anyway they said that in the name of copyright enforcement, they'd send a man in the field to question the locals and investigate the crime, using American taxpayers money to fund the operation. I felt like I achieved something big in my life at that moment, and that democracy has truly done it... kinda like the power an oil corporation feels when they first strip people of their land and send the police to beat them up for objecting. However a week has passed ever since, and government agents have still not captured the enemy art thief! How is this possible, what world are we living in?!

4 - Realizing that the law will not help me and I must take matters into my own left hand, I decided to take the next step: Hiring an assassin to kill this homeboy! So I installed TOR browser and went on the deep web. After a few hours of browsing through drug stores for no suspicious reason, I found a forum where assassin types hang out. I met some wonderful people on there... including poor serial killers who had a very hard life, and philanthropists who wanted to murder others solely to cheer up our dark lord Satan. Yet I was unable to find anyone that could help me in my epic quest: Most hitmen already had a very busy schedule, and said they're on assassination tours across the world for the next couple of months... I couldn't wait that long, I want my satisfaction and I want it now! The funny thing was, most killers were hired for the exact same reason as my own, which is to go after art thieves who stole furry art and posted it on the internet... yet they were all apparently working for one person, supposedly someone who goes by the initials "FAF".

5 - Being out of options, I'm now resorting to the last solution available: Doing it myself. Yesterday I sold my lifelong belonging, my mother's house which left her homeless, as well as my cat to a Chinese butcher... in order to get the money needed to fly to every country where I suspect the art thief might be hiding. Once there, I plan to knock at random doors of random houses in random cities... statistically speaking I'm bound to find the perpetrator this way, as well as recognize them even if I've never seen their face! I've also contacted important weapon dealers, and paid them a handsome sum of money for big guns that I can totally take on a plane without raising suspicion. I managed to get my hands on some pretty rare equipment in the process... including a new generation of bombs developed by terrorists which use Allah's shaved pubic hair for gunpowder, and a new generation of rocket launchers called the U.N.C.L.E. Exploder V69 developed by Kim Jong Un in person! At last... I can show the world just how serious copyright infringement is, and give these heretics the punishment they deserve for copying a drawing on the internet. Brace yourselves evildoers, for the modern world has come... and it's come up the walls.

Oh, yeah... and happy April Fools everyone! Remind me to come up with better and less scary fanfiction for this sort of thing next year.

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rosawayneisawesome · 4 years

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Riposte: Answers to the questions from Babeworld

We were SO happy with the answers to the questions. They were so insightful and beautiful – exactly what we wanted. What made them even more lovely is that neither knew what the other was writing, so it gave us a sense of intimacy and insight into how they each viewed their friendship as individuals. There were also really beautiful moments where they both describe the same event, such as moving in with each other, yet from their own perspective which creates such an interesting narrative.

Georgina’s Answers

Alright lids

I tried my very very best to hand write my answers but I have acrylic nails and joined up writing. It was hard! And I kept misspelling everything which I guess could be like hehe how authentic and cute but I deno i dont even have dyslexia I just make up spellings cos I know my iPhone will correct me. I can handwrite like a few sentences here and there cos I do like the aesthetic and my handwriting is kinda cute ngl.

Anyway

What about Ashleigh makes you feel joy?

Her tenacity.

How do you think Ashleigh has changed you as a person?

Ashleigh's effect on my personal growth as boring as it may sound has been in like, practical ways. Like teaching me where to apply for mental health help, showing how to access benefits (actually she did the whole form for me) and like taking me to my first AA meeting and holding my hand. With patience and just overall validating my addictions and illnesses she’s given me the tools to make positive changes in my life. Before we met I hadn’t really had many successful friendships having one year expiration date on close relationships before they begin to break down or require distance because I’m so mentally messed up (plot twist-ours became the latter). Relationships are tough, yeno?

What’s one of your favourite memories of Ashleigh?

This is tough because what may be surprising to people is that we’ve only known each other like a couple of years maybe less (I’m terrible with numbers so this could be a lie) but like in the grand scheme of things it’s been brief. And within that time we’ve had so many life altering experiences and relationships and artistic opportunities and traumas and episodes and living situations and laughs. So much happens. I think probably being able to watch her achieve things like a first in her degree, a place at RCA etc where we can cry happy tears at the sight of personal and professional growth.

Has your relationship evolved since you first met?

Definitely. In the beginning I feel like we thrived in codependency spending every waking moment together and sharing a bed. There was comfort in this new found friendship where there was a natural give and take. We wanted to help each other excel emotionally and academically and creatively- seeing each others potential. We were also in between turning points. For Ashleigh it was education and for me it was work. Now our relationship has grown up and matured. I’m content in that our life events won’t always align and it’s okay to explore things as individuals whilst never failing to come back together and return to that sister-like dynamic that is always there.

What were your first impressions of Ashleigh?

First impressions were weird because I was looking for a room in a houseshare where the deposit wasn't crazy and they allowed cats. I was in desperation mode and looking to impress haha. Ashleigh was my point of contact and her facebook pictures presented a mysterious and arty character. I was intimidated by her honestly. I thought she was too cool for me. Cool and well liked, seemingly without trying, and I was shy.

If you could take an attribute from Ashleigh and swap it with one of your own what would it be?

Definitely her admin skills. Anything that requires like problem solving and logic. She’s a pure wiz at adobe, can make a spreadsheet, will keep on top of emails and is productive 12 hours a day. That kind of like natural incentive to work and organise myself and others is something I was not born with. And this extends into her personal life- she has successful interpersonal relationships and life long friends and I truly believe it’s down to her ability of knowing how to compartmentalise everything as well as being a good friend/daughter/girlfriend. Me? I’d lose a friend down the side of a couch or leave my two years late smear test at the back of a bus.

If you could sing a karaoke duet with Ashleigh, what song would you choose?

Break Up Bye Bye by the Frock Destroyers to live out our cock destroyers fantasy

What is your favourite way to spend time with Ashleigh?

As nice as meetings at big institutions, hosting lectures and performing at events are- we can’t wait to get home for a maccies *ashleigh’s apple music recently played playlist plays softly in the background* discussing ideas, stories, aspirations and discourse.

What is Ashleighs hidden talent?

It is her creativity. She credits everyone’s influence but often can’t acknowledge the independent creativity that lies within her. Within art institutions it’s easy to feel boxed off as a practical person or a conceptual thinker- it’s always logic versus creativity and sometimes we aren’t allowed to believe they can overlap. Her hidden talent is her artistic talent. Hidden from her by herself and hidden from her by the people that are supposed to shine a light on it.

Describe Ashleigh in three words

Tall, Traumatized, Gay

Ashleigh’s Answers

What’s the best thing about being friends with Georgina?

It’s rare to find a friend who you can admit your wrong-doings to and not be judged. It’s also rare to find a friend who helps you use these wrong-doings to become a better person: G is that friend.

Describe Georgina in three words

Trauma, poor and under rated.

What were your first impressions of Georgina?

This girl needs help. Nah I’m joking to be honest the first time we met it was in a weird situation - she was coming around to try and find a house for her and her son (cat) and i wanted to help a fellow poor girlTM in need so she moved straight in. She seemed standoffish and cold, but later i realised she was just overworked and underpaid. She grew on me like a weird rash, I'm pretty sure I did the same to her.

Has your relationship with Georgina evolved since you first met?

Meeting G went from us both being like “who is this bitch.” to “she’s my bitch”. From then on she’s become my art wife, best friend, carer and collaborator, and I would probably have to throw myself off a cliff if she were to cut ties. I think i see so much of myself in her, she’s become of the people i do look up to the most- in a healthy way i promise!!

what’s one of your favourite memories of Georgina?

I think when we landed our first commission and i told her and we both sat and were like ‘we got this. we can do this” emphasis on the we. Being estranged from your family and feeling no one understands you is so isolating, so to feel part of a community, even if it’s just two of you, was such a big moment for me.

how do you think Georgina has change you as a person?

Before i met Georgina I was ashamed to admit i grew up on a council block, ate pasta and sauce and wore primark trackies. She’s basically helped me embrace my authentic self (ew cringe) - but for real! Since meeting G i’ve become more politically engaged, able to express my blackness and owned my disability. She’s taught me to be unapologetically me, and for that I am forever grateful. Babeworld wouldn’t exist without her, she showed me that being an artist doesn’t have to be this firm set of middle class ideals- but rather a safe space for me to express and vocalise my feelings. She constantly uses her privilege (particularly of being white and non disabled) to stand up for me, educate others and give me the support i need to do it for myself also. I’ll come in all guns blazing if you try and be ableist to me now, and I have G to thank for that.

what about Georgina makes you feel joy?

It’s so important to have that one friend who you can just fully vent to. She is a born listener, and a born learner. She takes it upon herself to continue to educate herself about marginalised groups and find ways to support them. the world would be a better place if we had more Georginas.

what’s your favourite way to spend time with Georgina?

I would say a codeine-binge but I don’t want to glamourise prescription drugs taking so: A three course maccies with the footy on sitting nowhere near each other because we have bodily contact. The occasional awkward eye contact as we reach for the last crisp.

what is Georgina‘s hidden talent?

I’d tell you but it’s a trade secret.

if you could take an attribute from Georgina and swap it with one of your own what would it be?

Confidence. I have a weird overconfidence which i wish i could slice in half and give to her because tbh, mines excessive and hers is massively lacking. Someone who actually has as much talent as her deserves to snap her fingers like a princess.

if you could sing at karaoke duet with Georgina what song would you choose?

You don’t want me to sing trust me. Think dying cat meets teenagers during the voice breaking phase of pubity. But if you really want to hurt yourself like that it would HAVE to be The Best- Giggs. It features a scouse rapper and that accent sends me sideways.

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clothestop · 7 years

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That was a cute message for your followers. I've seen a lot of tips on how to make your blog popular but wow 12k in less than a year? I'm envious i've been here for more than a year in my main but i'm nowhere near that number. You could compete with other famous blogs out there. Any advice on how to make my blog more popular? Your blog is so pretty btw

Thank you for the compliment! :) And yes, cute is what I aim for :P Well, I really want to thank my followers and everyone who have been so kind to me because there wouldn’t be a 12k without them, so I think it was just proper that I dedicate that post to them.

I’ve never expected to give advice on this particular topic, but I’m more than glad to help your blog reach a wider audience. Since you’ve mentioned that you had read tips on how to make your blog “more popular”, I would assume that you’re already familiar with the usual tips (i.e. proper tagging, finding your niche, activeness, etc.). Hence, I think I could only advice you on two things that I realized in running this blog:

1. Try to be as personable as you can be.

That being said, I don’t want to impose for you to be fake nice™ to everyone if you’re not actually a gregarious person. For instance, when people send you a message or ask you question(s), I suggest that you answer in an amicable way if you can. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to use excessive emojis nor respond in an overly endearing language, but try to react in a nice and genuine way if possible. Personally, I try to mirror the tone that the other person gave me. It is easy to be emphatic (or at least be civil) with people, especially if they are just asking a question. I’ve seen other people lash out or stir up drama even if it’s totally uncalled for. I don’t know why some people seem to take pleasure in being rude just for the sake of it (I mean, I know, but let’s not delve into that topic now haha). We all have bad days and if there comes a time that you are having quite a stressful day yourself, know that you can come back later when you’re already feeling better. Also, you must remember that you are not required to respond right way, or at all. In my opinion, it’s better to just ignore a message (unless it’s an emergency) rather than to have a reaction that could totally offend or upset someone. Choose your words carefully before hitting that “reply/send” button.

I want to share one of my favourite reminders, “Always be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.” It’s such a simple concept, but it seems that not everyone could grasp it. I apply it in my everyday life (even if it’s quite challenging haha), as well as with my interactions here. I’ve mentioned before that though I’m very grateful for the number of followers I have, I put greater value on the bond I have with people I came to know here. So I always appreciate everyone who sends me a message—be that a simple greeting or compliment, or rather profound messages that engages me in intelligent convos. Either way, it always starts there. Most people here in tumblr use this medium to unwind or to interact with other people, so I guess we have to be as courteous as we could with everyone because we don’t really know what personal issues other people may be dealing with. People would like you AND your blog if you’re more personable, rather than if you are only after the numbers. (We’re not spambots. We hatesss them! We block spambots!)

2. Give due credit to the photographers, designers and artists, never repost content, and do not remove other people’s captions especially if these link back to the source.

Properly crediting the images is really important because you’re posting someone else’s original content so It’s just apt to acknowledge the rightful owner of the image(s). It should also be noted that adding a particular *credit* is not enough, but you have to know the true original poster (seriously, how many times does google save our day?). Furthermore, everyone here who post content have somehow exerted time and effort in curating the images they share (which they sometimes edit as well), so do not repost because it’s basically considered stealing. I’ve personally experienced these inane actions when I had just started posting images in this blog. I then block people who do this (even if it’s not my posts) so I never have to see them—and their stolen posts lmao—ever again. The conclusion I get from such actions is that these people lack creativity and capability for divergent thinking ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

From a personal perspective, I never view the posts in my blog as mine per se, rather, I think of them as my simple ways to help the amazing photographers, fashion designers and artists be recognized for their talents and wonderful creations. So it is very important for me to give proper credit because it is just absolutely disrespectful not to.

Hmm. Lastly, I have to be honest that my mind seemed to had been marinated in sweet and sour sauce upon reading that you’re *envious* of my blog. Like I’ve aforementioned on my 12k thank you post, it was never (and will never be) my goal for this blog to be “famous” in tumblr. I’m actually a bit embarrassed that you think my blog is, because I don’t see it that way. But I want to thank you for saying for that. I know you meant to be kind (it will never be my intention to offend you or anyone. I apologize in advance if you’re offended), but blogging here is never a competition for me. It is just an online platform for me to de-stress; it’s not an online shop xD Tbh I don’t think that there is such thing as *competition* here anyway, no matter how toxic this site can be sometimes. Besides, I am not a competitive person anyway haha.

I have to confess though that I’m friends and have interacted with a lot of my mutuals and followers here, which for me is something that I could truly be glad about. I mean, what is the thousands of followers if they don’t interact with us, thus, our content may not be more than about numbers? Again, spambots?

Thanks again for your message, anon. Hope this helps!

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