really – Ivy

morethanthewhole:

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Original photo source. Just in case anybody’s confused.

What is with taking a perfectly lovely picture of Heart’s leg and not only changing the source but freaking making it black and white? Seriously? It’s no more artistic or authentic or anything else.

It’s like oh look at the Mona Lisa. It’s so unsophisticated in color.

Excuse me…

Well, now look at how much classier it is in black and white. Despite the artist’s initial intention, I now prefer it by the strange implication that black and white works, especially in photography, are somehow much better than color works. Even if the photographer wanted the photograph to be in color, clearly we’re just doing them and the world a favor by altering the image to be black and white.

NEVER FEAR, GUYS. TODAY IS THE DAY THAT (He)ART WAS SAVED.

Someone fairly close to me went ahead and hooked up with the Southern Gentleman. I know I don’t control him. I know he’s not mine. He hooks up a lot and that’s not my problem with the situation.

My problem is she has the money and the means to fly down to his home and visit him now that school is out and he’s home. And that, while I don’t want to get into the particulars on here, she is doing it to spite me. Which really, really hurts.

It only hurt more when I confronted him about it and, I admit, crossed a line. We’re not together, but it’s different when it comes to this girl. But, when I got judgmental, he snapped and told me it was “none of my damn business” and to not “pry if I was going to be critical”.

He apologized and I apologized, but I’m still very upset. Because I want to have a thick skin about everything but then something like this makes me so fragile. For a lot of reasons, some of which I don’t feel prepared at all to face.

Well now. I am not the sort of person who gets jollies out of belittling people on the Internet, so I’ll tread lightly here.

I decide to check tumblr while I’m on my weekend away (I’m having a lovely time!) and my good “ladyfriend” (I love that phrase) myanonymouslair has sent me a message saying apparently one of my posts has been just sort of nabbed. To which I was like, “what’s all this about?” So, I look at her tumblr.

She’s made this post and then I notice a message from the culprit telling my lady myanonymouslair that she has no respect. And so my upset really more concerns the fact that you’ve called my friend disrespectful, laiks-velkas.

Really ironically, I might add. Since, um, you know, you sort of disrespected me here by taking my words/life experience and pretending it was your own. Okay, okay, so the Internet is everyone’s playground. This is fair. But, come on, let’s get real here. You just randomly took an excerpt from my sex life and either pretended it was a product of your own creativity or that it was, I don’t know, your sex life.

Brass tacks: You couldn’t handle it if you had it. But I’m flattered that you pretended that you did.

<3, Ivy

PS: Good thing SG’s not on tumblr, or his ego would be through the roof over someone pretending they’re messing around with him.

laiks-velkas:

The Southern Gentleman decided to help me pick out my outfit for the night.

“It’s great,” he said as he leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “But what’s under the shirt?”

I shrugged, “a bra.”

He smiled, “and what’s under the bra?”

“My…” I rolled my eyes, “ugh, you’re such a child.” I pulled my shirt and bra up, showing him my breasts.

“Good girl,” he grinned.