I guess the best way to get a coward to leave you alone is to make them sign their work.
...I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Excerpt From The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
OK so I have this rabid Justin Bieber fan stalking me, why, I have no idea. I don’t even have an opinion on Justin Bieber. He is kind of outside the realm of my world, to be totally honest. All I know is he sings some song called Baby and spits on his fans from balcony. And apparently visits sex workers, which is certainly not a problem to me. I hope he is a good tipper is all.
This is both intriguing and a little creepy at the same time. Well, and boring.
Anonymous asked: Justin Bieber? LOL hell fucking no.
Yawn. Whatever dude. You don’t need to be ashamed.
What’s with all this baby sophomoric anon stuff? It’s not very interesting.
Anonymous asked: I guess your memory is as bad as your insults are. I addressed you in the exact same context you posted about one of my idols.
Hey, I never said Justin Bieber was a shit eating shit.
Anonymous asked: Why don't you go back and read what you posted a while back and you might figure out why I called you a piece of shit.
Except I haven’t been on Tumblr regularly for a couple of years so I’d have to go way back. Why don’t you quit being a lame assed coward and tell me who you are and what your issue is? I’m clearly far more important in your life than you are in mine.
Anonymous asked: Why did that anon say that to you?
I don’t know! Weird huh?
Anonymous asked: YOU are actually a shit eating piece of shit.