My love goes out to every one of you – even you reading, right now. And though we may never meet I hope this love counts for more than anything.
I find it funny that the same people who are constantly preaching “I do not promote” “People who promote others on tumblr are annoying” “I hate people who are always dedicating special posts to specific followers” are the main ones who are constantly name dropping other tumblr users.
Here are some examples:
“Everyone please follow nameoftumblrblog.tumblr.com”
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Oh and check out nameoftumblrblog.tumblr.com They are awesome!
My Top Favorite Blogs Are:
All are methods of promotions, the only difference is the method to how it is done.
Guys will say any damn thing to get you to like them. I am not impressed when someone reads through my blog and tries to formulate horrible relatable situations that had never happened in their life to try and form a connection with me. I prefer you to be honest than to bullshit me. It’s quite simple. Why start out any relationship whether it is friendship, work related, or something more, with lies? You never have to remember what you say when you speak the truth. You will end up slipping up sooner or later and once one lie is revealed, more are always sure to follow.
If I could attach a message to a helium balloon, release it, and know that it would reach someone who has passed away in my life,I’d release one balloon for both my grandparents. I’d write something like this:
Abuelo and Abuela,
I miss you more than I can ever begin to put into words. Your absence in my life kills me with each passing second. It’s as if there is a big void in my life. Both of you were my heroes. You both treated me with so much love, kindness and respect. I love you both more than I can ever love anyone and anything in this world. I think about you both all the time and if you guys are living the good life up in heaven. I can’t help but have tears running down my face because I’d do anything possible to have you both back here. Although I know you both are in a better place, I am so selfish because I need you so bad. Days have been hard for me and I have grown up so fast. I think about all the bad things I had done when I was younger and how much I regret all the bad things I did and said. You both are my everything. I could do no bad in both of your eyes. I was your little angel. The family has really separated since both of your passing’s and I’d give anything for family unity, although I know how farfetched it may is to even think it will ever happen. I am really trying to do everything possible for you both to be proud of me. Every single day I strive for excellence. I keep my goals and my head strong attitude for victory in everything I do. I take all the lessons that you both have taught me in such a short time of me living and put them into good use. There is not one moment that goes by that I don’t miss you both. I feel you both sometimes watching over me. It keeps me strong and motivated. I know that my time will come to be with you both again, but in the meantime I am doing what I promised both of you. I am going to make something great of myself. I love you both.
If I Could Be Invisible
by Jean Roy
If I could be invisible I would do so many things. I would try and have fun and scare people as a joke. I would also be able to run around everywhere naked without anyone noticing. If I could be invisible I would be able to go on train rides, buses, cabs and even planes for free. No one would ever suspect that an invisible college student is sitting right beside them. I also would go in elevators and tap people and see how they would react when there is no one there. I would also check up on some friends and acquaintances and see how they act when they think that I am not around. I would take a bite out of someone’s burger and see if they blame it on someone. I would pick up a cookie and pretend it was floating in the middle of a bakery then run away. I would also try on clothes at a store and crouch down and pretend I was a child ghost as people watch in amazement and shock. I would also go to the control center of the mall and zoom in on people doing embarrassing things without getting in trouble for it. I’d take candy from a baby, just kidding. =] I’d pretend to be an invisible cop and shoot villains with a water gun. I would make weird announcements on intercoms of public places like cheeseburger on isle seven. I would see what the women’s restroom looks like compared to the men’s. Then I’d leave every seat up in the women’s bathroom. I’d scream really loudly in a library “omg no! Not again” and see how funny they would act trying to find out who it is. I’d pinch some cute guy’s ass. Lastly I’d run back and forth with a white sheet over me from one tree to the next every 30 seconds at a park. Finally I’d make out with a hot guy I saw right before he kisses that slut girlfriend of his. I’d push her out the way and have a taste of his lips. He’d be officially owned. If you could be invisible, what would you do?
by Jean Roy
If I had a pair of magic glasses that would allow me to see through them things that I wouldn’t normally be able to see, I would be able to distinguish between people’s truths and lies. As each lie they told was spoken, I would be able to see words coming out their mouth that would turn whatever they said around and make it true. For example if someone were to tell me a story about how much they love their neighbors cat but in reality they hate cats, the words that would come out their mouth would be “I hate cats with a passion, especially my neighbor’s cat. I am only telling you this story to make conversation.” This would be very useful in determining who I can trust, and who in my life is only trying to bring me down.
For the majority of our lives we often find ourselves wanting to fit in. Whether it be with the jocks, debate team, matheletes, or drill team, we all search to belong. To co-exist with people who make us feel like we are not alone in this daily struggle that we all call life. The quest to search for people who can accept us and are like minded as us is a constant battle that will always be fought no matter how old you are. Whether it is in elementary, middle school, high school and even college. We pretend to not care what other people think of us, but that way of thinking has its way of failing. One example that I can think of would have to be when applying for a job. Most people with piercings. Tattoos, etc try and cover these things to land the job. This is a means of caring what people think of us. One can argue that sometimes this isn’t necessary but there are always exceptions to all notions, and this is one of those exceptions. When a person who is in the closet remains there because of fear of rejection by his or her family, friends and peers is another example of caring about what other people think. It is sad that we live in a society that encourages the mass idea of conformity despite living in a world of individuality. Speaking for myself I believe that we are constantly on the road to self discovery. With each wrong and right path that we may take, we hope to encounter people that can better ourselves and have something good to offer us in this hectic way of life. There are tons of people that I know that surround themselves with negative influences and people. They are constantly living a life full of pain, lies and deceit, while still lost in the struggle for their life’s purpose and self discovery. Misery loves company and in order to feel like they belong to something, they forget about all their inhibitions just to be well liked for a little while. We all search for people who are going to influence us both positively while still testing our limits and strengthening our weaknesses. We have the power to control who it is that we surround ourselves with. Maybe not so much when we are younger but as we get older, we have to understand that although the world seems to put pressure on fitting into one category, stereotype or group, we have to look past that and do what make us happy while still keeping true to who we are and what we are looking forward to be in the future.
10 Things I Look For In A Boyfriend
by Jean Roy
There are a lot of things that many people look for when trying to find that perfect guy or girl in their life. Some people focus on beauty, social status, wealth, or personality. There are many aspects and characteristics that we look for when considering that their special person could possibly be the perfect one for them.
Having a great sense of humor is definitely important on my list. I love a guy that can make me laugh. It’s just something about making me smile and giggle that makes me feel good.
To some people this may be an obvious trait. I think finding someone who is loving and caring not only towards you but to others, is definitely a great factor. It shows that he cares about other things besides himself.
3. Easy To Talk To.
This is one of the most important things that I look for. I believe that if there isn’t good conversation arising or anything to say, or an invisible barrier that makes things awkward and uncomfortable, then it probably would be in my best interest to stop pursuing that person. I love talking.
4. Someone Who Is Smart.
I use the term smart loosely because I am talking about many different types of intelligence. I like a guy who is school smart. It’s always nice to be able to sit down and have an intellectual conversation with someone. I also like a guy who is street smart. It is always nice to have a guy who knows his surroundings and knows how to act accordingly in any situation he is put in.
Who doesn’t like a guy who knows what he wants and is willing to go after it. I like a guy who despite all his let downs and trials can still keep his head up high and move forward.
6. Doesn’t Do Drugs Or Excessive Alcohol.
Smoking anything, popping pills, drinking excessively is a turn off for me. Drugs and alcohol for need are bad to say the least. I don’t agree with it at all. I am definitely not looking for a guy who does any of those things. I want him healthy and sane.
I like a guy who understands what it means to wait. A guy who understands that no means no and enough means it truly is enough. I like a guy that is good enough that I can bring him home to meet my mom without any worries.
8. Good Goals And Values
I like a guy who is striving for something. I am not saying that he needs to know what he wants to do for the rest of his life, but have some idea of where he would like to go and is taking the right steps in getting there. I also like a guy with good values and morals. Someone who has a good head on his shoulders
9. Not A Liar
I use this term loosely because in every relationship there is lying. Whether you agree or disagree, it is truth. Whether it be a small lie or a big lie there is always lying. I am not saying I want a guy who will never lie, because asking that would be impossible. I look for a guy who is honest with me. Doesn’t keep things for me and lets me in on his life. I don’t look for a guy with any hidden agendas, past or psycho ex boyfriends without me having prior knowledge beforehand.
I decided to put beauty last on the list on purpose. There are many different types of beauties in this world. When looking for a boyfriend, the last thing I look for is looks. Yes I must admit, no one wants to go out with someone looking like Shrek or quiver with disgust at the thought of kissing their boyfriend or girlfriend. I agree that looks do play an important role. Overall I think if you have a wonderful personality 9 times out of 10, looks to me won’t matter. Love blinds us to everything including looks. After the relationship is over many people look back and think “wow, what was I thinking” Therefore I look for someone who is beautiful both inside and out.
I believe that we all have the ability to see the unknown. Have you ever walked past a room and thought you saw something from the corner of your eyes? I have. What if it isn’t just our imaginations. What if we just haven’t learned to tap into that side of ourselves in order to see this mystical world we are so blind about.
please make sure you aren’t talking some bullshit in your dream and or snoring as if you are half horse, part walrus.
Like seriously. I’m over here like “Cool Story Bro” and dude wasn’t even awake.
I should have noticed by the ever so muffled fart-snore combination he was making.
I will save cute gestures like these for a future boyfriend and not a disgusting sleeper who keeps me confused and glad I was nowhere near his bed last night.
In the third grade, after Christmas break was over, I was anticipating going back to school to see my friends. This excitement later turned to my desire to never go to school again. When I was younger, my whole family would all go to my grandmother’s house and we’d all exchange gifts. My aunt had brought me this bright orange and lime green turtle neck. I thought it looked nice and I was thankful. The Sunday before I had to go back to school, my mom laid out my clothes on my dresser and told me that that was what I was going to wear. That morning, I was so excited to see my friends and tell them about how my vacation was. The only problem was, over the break everyone decided they weren’t going to be my friends anymore. As I got on the bus I sat in the back alone. No one wanted to talk to me. I felt like I had done something wrong but no one was telling me anything. As the bus started to take off that was when it started. The boys near me started calling me gay and a lard ass because of the orange and lime green turtle neck I had on. They all started to chant “gay lard ass” over and over until we arrived at school. As soon as I got into school, I went to the bathroom and cried. As I returned to class, the teacher asked if I was ok and I lied and said yes. Throughout the whole day all I could hear were the laughs, and whispered words behind my back and the points and giggles that never did seem to stop. I felt like complete shit. After the school day was over and I headed back to the bus pick up spot, this girl poked me in the back and asked me if it was true that I was a dick licker. I waited for my grandmother to pick me up and locked myself in my room and cried myself to sleep. I never wanted to go to school again, but being eight, I was forced to go and be tormented until the end of the year.
I think that out of all the things in life that I have ever done or experienced, one of the most amazing, is to have a deep connection with someone of the same sex. Whether it be sexual,emotional,a budding friendship, etc. I think that despite whatever your beliefs in on same sex relationships, it won’t ever kill you to try. I’m not going to sit here and say that I would like the whole world to be “gay and proud” because I actually like the diversity in the world that we live in but I also believe that at least one time in someone’s life they should have at least an amazing connection and love with someone of the same sex, without the fears, insecurities that we learn and are accustomed to by our modern society. I “liked” girls during my early years of life, but when I started to find this deep connection with a guy I had liked, it felt so different, it felt amazing. I’d like everyone to feel that new, jittery, heart throbbing way, even if it’s just once. Also, it doesn’t hurt that you both have the same equipment. Just imagine the stuff you can do. Share clothes; go in the same bathroom together, actually understanding one another not only physically but from the same sex perspective ,etc.
Lol, Just had brunch with my little brother.
We had pancakes, omlettes, bacon and sausage, fruit salad, cereal and English muffins.
He was talking to me about this girl he liked. lol
It was a cute brother and brother bonding.