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Not long ago, Ara came to me, upset and distraught over what a select few have done and said to her. It astonished me that anyone would do ill upon Ara who is nothing but compassionate and sweet; one to never expect much out of others while giving 110% to them in return. She's a bit altruistic at times, but that is why I love her. But back to the topic at hand before I lose track of time explaining my love for this woman.

What happened to Ara should have never happened. Sure enough, disputes will come and go like rumors do. But to stigmatize and burn a scarlet letter onto a woman who merely expressed her opinion, stated her ground rules and asked others to respect them--should not have been demonized nor spoken badly of. Do not lie to yourself and say you wouldn't do the same. It's human nature, to want these things. They're essentials: freedom to speak one's opinion, respecting others and to be respected. Easy things to abide by. But as humans are, we are selfish creatures as well.

Don't lie to yourself and think you wouldn't tell others to flame the rumor mill. To get what you want at the expense of others. You are human, I will not begrudge you that.

But do not lie to yourself and think that it was okay to throw her under a bus for EXPRESSING. HER. OPINION.

HYPOCRITES.

HYPOCRITES.

HYPOCRITES.

This is the problem with the RP community. What I saw to be the problem for that matter and caused my disapperance. Tumblr as a whole, has this problem. Running blogs have become nothing but a chore, a popularity contest, a competition. When in the past it was all for fun and games, but has evolved into blury masks and blank faces, chess pieces if you will, unless you dig deeper to find the true gems. Now it's all about moving those chest pieces, stealing pieces and getting ahead. It's no longer about making friends, creating stories and ideas and turning them into physical things; words. It's no longer about that.

The very fact that this happened to her, or anyone, proves my point.

I won't stay longer than I have to, I merely wanted to express an opinion on this situation, as well tell those that know me that I have not died.

Do me a favor though. Respect one another. That is all I ask of you.

Don't let this happen again. To yourself, or to your friends, or to anyone in this community if you want it to thrive and survive.

People exist behind that screen you stare for hours at.

I’m sorry for posting this on the Dash. I always wanted to keep my blog a positive place and so I bottled up everything inside. The one time I could no longer hold back, when I reached the point my hand would shake simply upon being on the Dash, I tried to put my own health first and did something. I got painted the antagonist for worrying about myself for once, but you know what that’s okay because I had made people uncomfortable I suppose I deserve it.

I tried I really did to keep people happy. But everything I did was always met with something negative, from the promo queues to the appreciation list. I kept on though but I am only human. I can only take so much from real life to the internet. I hope through my effort that I did make someone happy

And so I want to apologize to those I made uncomfortable but just let it be known as long as you followed me once upon a time I appreciated it. Thank you for everything.

Thank you for everything until now.

❛ I don’t see why I shouldn’t. ❜

♒ my muse leaving yours a nice message

          He always sat at that spot and he always arrived exactly when the chime in the clock would groan with three loud clangs. Sometimes he came at the first and sometimes he came at the last but that didn’t matter to the girl. The point was she knew exactly where to place the letter she had tried her best to neatly write, a firm grey rock keeping the letter from blowing away in the wind. Perhaps it would have been better for her to speak to him directly once more, but she could not find the courage within her beating heart to do so.

          It had already been a pleasant surprise for the brunette when the male had stood up for her (in fluent Japanese no less) and though she obviously could not accept his invitation to go out for dinner, the change to coffee was taken with good stride. So was conversation, though the girl herself had been drumming her fingers upon the hot takeout cup for much of the beginning while cognac hues refused to maintain eye contact out of disquietude. But in the end a soft smile had painted itself upon roseate lips and a new fire had come to take light in the heart of her soul.

          She starts off the message with a simple reminder that she was the girl he rescued the other day and from there her writing decides to spring into its own life apart from hers, detaching and speaking of her appreciation not only for the coffee but for the conversations which he has held with her. All the things he was willing to speak, all the things she learnt (though he probably considered them meaningless) and how she could not owe him for much but she gave him her thanks along with some chocolate that she had been given at the mall while being mistaken for a little child. 

Well actually Anon, I’ve always been holding thee belief that she never once thought about how she should have died with her mother on that fateful day. If she were to have wished anything, it would have been that her mother had been able to live with her. But no, I doubt she ever wished to have died with her mother that day or in her mother’s place. Why? Well we have her father’s death from weeks earlier and though we were never given much information on it I think that Hinami had a lot to think about and I’m sure one of the ideas which came to her was to always keep living because that was the best solution. To keep on living and when her mother left, it changed a bit from keep on living to keep on living for someone. Like Touka or Kaneki, so she finds a way to be useful to them not to die for them. For her mother too, her mother gave up her life for Hinami to live, so she can’t waste it now.