Today I'd Like To Thank God For Giving Me 60 Diamonds On "My Story".

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.

In love with the fact that almost all fanfiction writers unanimously decided if Itachi Uchiha were to kidnap someone, he will feed them three square meals a day.

Mostly takeouts but he might cook for his captive as he begins to develop romantic feelings.

2024 is gonna be my year. My horoscope has spoken and I don't need any further details.

It is so funny when you're trying to kill yourself 'cause you are a fucking failure but then your knife is too weak to peirce your skin so you just sit there, laughing through the paper cut.

I find this very funny for some reason.

My God looks like the collision of two neutron stars.

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.

"Now I'm alone, just me and my thoughts

But my lone peace is better than your taunts"

To Itachi,

How are you gonna be a son and still manage to have the eldest daughter trauma?

Yours truly,

Yumi.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something