A woman I’ve never met and never even seen before sent me this message on Facebook after which she followed it with a slew of recycled insults and recommendations on how i could do the world a favor and kill myself. It’s unfathomable how much I let it affect me. I stopped eating. I stopped talking. I was afraid to leave my house. I can only assume that she’s heard terrible rumors about me from other people that don’t know me. I feel a certain amount of pity for the effort she put in to going out of her way to hurt me. Yet I still let it get to me. As Eleanor Roosevelt once said “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” I’ve since realized that these insults and slander are not worth the depression that it initially threw me in to. I am young, I have many people who love and support me, and I have no need to adhere to the ravings of a mad 41 year old woman who is still in community college.

The thing that bugs me now is ignorance. A person who’s never met me builds up such a passionate hatred for me without giving any benefit of the doubt or feeling a shred of acceptance. She also felt the need to tell me how to live (or in this case how to end) my life. It’s a common thread that I’ve viewed in society lately. You can hear it from the mouths of anti-gay protestors and wealthy executives that call the unemployed and impoverished people “moochers” for wanting their support in paying off our nations debt. The money may not trickle down, but the hatred does. There is so much judgement and discrimination in this country against so many groups. The ignorance is what fuels it. The thought that all gay people have aids, that overweight people are lazy and don’t try to work out, that people making $25,000 a year (below the poverty level in New Jersey) aren’t working 40 hours a week in their minimum wage jobs that they’ve settled for because of the scarcity of well paying professions even for people with a college degree. If we could all try to learn one true fact from a person that we don’t know, maybe it would be easier to accept them. I beg of anyone this message reaches, please take something you hate and name one good thing about it. Humans are humans and no one is truly an island… except maybe serial killers. I dunno. Just restore your faith in humanity because we all need that right now. Inject a little love into those veins and it’ll shoot right into our world. In closing, I’ll leave you with my favorite quote from the movie E.T.

“Be good”

Love,

Roxy.

merverb:

crazycatkatie:

Custom painted Disney Princess shoes for a customer on etsy! Acrylic paint and fabric marker. :) 

wowza

and all on one pair

These are my two favourite Disney princesses. And these shoes are amazing.

merverb:

disneydream2012:

Little Mermaid T-Shirt (Hoodies and Crewnecks also available)

wow what a cool idea!

I WANT THIS!

Mew tattoo

Neo pirate. (Taken with Instagram)

Weary from our travels, we exited route 80 just outside of Sacramento. Talon had been swerving to and fro and couldn’t keep his eyes open. Who could blame him? The day started at 7 AM in Nebraska and we drove through three states to get here. We crossed the boring flatlands that were the second half of that state. We traveled through the scenic copper-laden mountains of wyoming. Our excursion next took us over the salt flats of Utah. Temperatures exceeding 106 degrees lapped at our skin and nearly drove us mad. Then came Nevada. Another baron land save for a few mountains and small charming towns with invitations to spend your money on games and gambling at every turn. It wasn’t the kind of games we play, so we weren’t at all interested. Finally we were here. California. Our destination’s state. Music, jack in the box, and trading card games kept us going and we were all happy and settling in with the junction that has formed between us all. The vinculum that had been drawn between us after hours upon hours of sweat, laughter and crazy nonsensical rants made the trip worthwhile. So we came to now. Talon dangerously nodding and apologizing. Kiyuragood and I trying to make light banter to keep him awake while both of our eyelids dropped under the weight of the day. We had to stop. I called the hotel in Livermore to arrange cancelations and we began a search for the nearest hotel, motel, or any place we could lay our heads for the night.

We went to the first motel on the gps. Royal 8. What a dive. Prides of alley cats populated the crevices of the lot. The office window had been darkened with magazines covering the speaking slot. Kiyuragood rang the bell. An older Indian woman came to the window to address him. With his mind foggy and at a loss for words, he asked me to speak.

I went up to the window and asked politely in a kind voice “pardon, me, do you have any doubles? Anything with two beds?” the woman never said a thing. She just eyed me cautiously. As if she was afraid. As of she didn’t think I was worth talking to and shook her head “no”

I looked around at the parking lot void of cars. “are you sure, ms? No vacancies at all?”

“no. No nothing” and she placed the magazines against the window again and retreated into her cave of solitude.

I walked back to the car slightly confused. While i watched a mother cat clean her kitten under a street lamp in a parking space at the other end of the blacktop, kiyuragood spoke.

“hmm. That was weird.”

“do you see many cars here?” I mused.

Talon broke the silence. “babe. She thought you were a hooker.”

I glanced down at my tights under my shorts. My plaid flannel shirt tied around my waist and my chest pushed up from the new bra I had gotten the day before. He was right. I certainly looked like a hooker. I turned bright red which no one could see in the dim of the street lamps, which I was glad of. When we got in the car I immediately buried my head in a blanket.

“I can’t believe she thought that!” I whined. “I’m a nice girl! I’m not trashy! I just wanna play yu-gi-oh!” we drove away and I lifted my head up just in time to see a young girl with a short gold lamé skirt and matching 6 inch heels connected by black fishnets.

Tilting my head, I came to the moral of tonight’s story: Don’t be a pretty girl with big boobs traveling with two guys while wearing tights. Goodnight all. I hope you learn from this. ~.^

Awesome Architecture!

I want to go into this building.

Listening to Apocalyptica. It’s been a while since I have, but it certainly reminds me what a beautiful instrument the cello is. The deep, resonating tones never fail to make my chest swell and emotions rise. As if I wish to breathe it in. I close my eyes and imagine a velvet stage curtain made of their music that I can wrap myself in and just on the other side is a cavernous theatre filled with inspiration that I can pluck from the seats.

All in all I like cello music in general but when it’s played with such passion in contemporary tones, I fall in love.

Me and my favorite Pokémon, Mew. If Pokémon were real, I’d spend my days searching for him. As it is, a tattoo will suffice. :^)