Not like it matters. Ask yourself anyway.
WNRS Final Notes
WNRS Final Notes
Ain’t worried about NOTHING, when it comes to these law makers, for if they saw what I saw they would be. I dare Florida to do the no taping cops, I dare Texas in general, I dare you to overturn Roe vs. Wade, I dare you to keep these restrictive voter laws, for the stuff of nightmares and more awaits you. Before eternal hell of course. Hope you’re keeping up, I’m nothing to play with. The universe will not be in your favor, despite your distorted visions. Don’t make me speak twice, you’ll regret it. Free will, of course. Good luck. Via: Now This
Via: EJ Johnson
Being cool and beautiful, popular and pretty, pretty people privilege, that was Melanie Hamrick’s motive. How many industries and empires are built upon these principles? Melanie with her thin chapped lips, raggedy parted ponytail, pencil thin eyebrows, pumpkin head, close together eyes, long one nostril extra skin nose, uneven chin, is the invisible girl in Buffy. She wanted to be in the in crowd, because it’s human priority.
It’s what drives her to be my wannabe minion, but she couldn’t even be my minions, minions, minions, minion…for the aforementioned reasons and more. She’ll still try though. And fail.
Being beautiful and cool means free stuff, special treatment everyday, the world bowing to your feet for simply existing, exceptions to the rule, compliments and more. Those who have it believe it’s the norm. It’s not. Look around, in what ways do these traits shape your world and the world at large? L’wren was so beloved, talented, gorgeous, irreplaceable…ugly bitch, never forget it.
Melanie Hamrick is obsessed with me (but wanted to be L’Wren), now keep this troll account in mind, because the way I discovered it was her is atrocious. When I show you how in my article next month, Single White FeMel, you’ll see how evil and vile she is. Sorry not sorry, but I’m not going to pretend someone is pretty, when they aren’t. I never understood why Mick Jagger was with her and figured he just settled after heartbreak, the one she caused. Now it all makes sense.
Melanie is not a showstopper, again she’s missing an entire nostril. This is the type of stuff I send her and still, she needs my attention so bad, she stays. Matter of fact she was in my stories yesterday. Had I been a sheep who blindly follows I would be a liar like some of you. Pretending a basic, talentless hack was special, never critically thinking about this out of character choice (no looks, no social connections, no style, no personality, no talent). Spineless of you all. Power hungry, pathetic. How stupid do you look now?
And to Michael rereading our text I’m sorry I ignored you and was indifferent to evil. It was the same behavior I complained about other people doing to me with the Kardashians (TO AN EXTENT).
After receiving a perturbing letter from her cousin Catalina, Noemi Toboada, a wealthy socialite from Mexico City, is sent by her father to uncover the truth. Since her husband Virgil Doyle, wrote contradicting everything Catalina said, blaming her ramblings of murder and ghosts on illness. Noemi, agrees to go if she’s allowed to get an education at the college of her choice. A huge deal, as this is set in the 1950’s, enough said in regards to feminism. Make no mistake, despite the misogyny Noemi is the apple of her father’s eye; a coquette who enjoys a life of parties, cigarettes and fast cars. When she arrives to High Place, located in a nearly desolate small town, she’s in for a rude awakening.
High Place is dreary, decrepit and absolutely depressing. There’re oil lamps and candles instead of electricity, there’s no heat, the decor is gruesome, you aren’t allowed to talk, even at dinner, nor ride into town without permission and an escort. The opposite of Noemi’s carefree life, made more uncomfortable by the fair featured Doyle’s obsession with eugenics. Furthermore, Catalina oscillates between everything’s fine and there’s something insidious going on. Noemi believes the Doyle’s, that her cousin needs help, until she starts to succumb to the same hallucinations.
And just how far are the Doyle’s willing to go to maintain purity of their bloodline? FAR.
This book is beautifully written, insanely sinister and filled with plot twist, after plot twist. I mean, a must read. I’m still processing it. Are you into horror? Via: Lady Whistle Books
Traumatized, I’m completely traumatized by this experience. Every time I think of her final moments I sob endlessly. It isn’t fair and I can’t fix it. Helpless, is how I feel, all I can do is get justice. I promised her and I will not fail. Anyone who stands against me will be destroyed with no mercy, I won’t think twice. That ugly, one nostril, extra skin on the other side of her big nose, unshapely head, ratty ponytail, tackily clothed, uneven chin, thin lipped, talentless, basic bitch will pay. That freak coven of mutants will pay too.
Bitchy people are essential, we call out when trailer rats need to be put in their place. Everyone has their purpose. Via: L.Wren Scott
Wellness of any kind is nothing to joke around with. Rest, relaxation, vacation is essential to your wellbeing. Otherwise you’ll burn out. Recharge, recharge, recharge. I myself am in need of a break. This is also how people end up on Snapped. Do any of these signs apply to you? How do you handle exhaustion? Via: Heartbeat Quote
Via: Meg Thee Stallion
Mischa Barton: Not only the O.G of The O.C, but the O.G of ESMS success. Heads up, our middle school was probably wilder than your college. When we went it was a floor and a half of an elementary school, the top half, on York between 77th and 78th. I can only imagine the affect it had on those kids. Anyways, I didn’t attend with Misha, but her sister Hania was a grade above me. Now this was when Disney Movies were it (Luck Of The Irish, Halloweentown, Johnny Tsunami type shit), we were hyped when we found out she was the star of A Ring Of Endless Light. Hyped. She was even cooler in high school, playing Marissa Cooper. I snorted coke with an $100 bill, because Mischa snorted coke with an $100 bill (allegedly).
Julia Fox: Known her since elementary school, she was in second grade I was in third. If you wanna know what our first interaction was ask her. She knew who she was from the jump, cartwheeling over in our cafeteria/gym, announcing herself, in a nobody…Julia Fox manner. As an artist she’s lived many lives and is now a burgeoning A-list actress, her breakout role being Uncut Gems. It wasn’t my speeding heart, or the clouds spinning, spinning, in the sky, but her commentary, “Jaquana you’re talking a mile a minute. I don’t know what you’re saying,” that made me realize I was about to overdose at fifteen. In the crevice of an inside outside park on 79th street.
We spent one summer hanging out with gang members and destroying Carl Schurz Park, where had I come five minutes earlier, I’d be witness to her throwing a dead pigeon on some girl badmouthing her. Legendary, she used a plastic bag to pick up the carcass of course. That chick had more bark than bite and left sobbing.
Emily Meade: Same grade, same classes. In seventh grade had plans to marry Heath Ledger (RIP). Her performance in The Deuce was superb, harrowing and underrated. What a complex character and an amazing show, one my mom and I loved.
Erin Yogasundram: started a popping fashion blog, a successful online boutique (ShopJeen) and has been humble the whole way through. Even after making it on Forbes 30 under 30, she still made time to answer questions regarding entrepreneurial pursuits. Now the wife/manager to influencer Kerwin Frost. When I think of Erin, square black framed glasses and junk in the trunk comes to mind.
Aliza Kelly: Cosmopolitan astrologer, always had a winged eye and goth vibe. BFF’s with Emily Meade then, BFF’s with her now. She was on the Spanish speaking side of school, so I never had classes with her. What comes to mind isn’t appropriate, high energy, chatty and wears tons of black is the best I can do.
EJ Dickinson: Friends for one year in the sixth grade before she transferred to Riverdale Prep. Cracked me up. Now she’s a senior writer for Rolling Stone.
Colby Minifie: Same grade as her sister Hayden. She was younger, so I have no memories. She is a star of Fear The Walking Dead and friend to former coworker Melody, who raves about her.
I’m the only black person to add to this group. Invalidating my experience with lies, when I don’t know you, is weirdo vibes and disrespectful.
Via: Mischa Barton Fan Page, Julia Fox FC, Emily Meade, Erin Jeen, Aliza Kelly, EJ Dickison & Colby Minifie