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Anonymous asked: What would you tell your boyfriends ex if you wanted to tell her off? Be brutal :)

“Be brutal.”

If you want me to activate my profanity and emphatic speech, “brutal”, you got it. Funny you should grant me this wish, but you asked for it.

I am the wrong person to come to this for because Austin’s ex isn’t immature and dogmatic unlike maybe every other bitchass exgirlfriend in the world such as yourself, but while I’m here let me liquidate the issue by spreading my opinion of your premature and litigious motives.

The only person I will be brutal to is you. For someone as immature as you, you happen to be subscribed to a very rodomontade lifestyle. How dare you assume that I would liquefy into blessing you with advice and be utterly gung ho about it.

If you consistently seize the day with ethics like that every morning, not only will you forever be worrying about what to tell your boyfriends ex, you will be every boyfriend’s ex.

I am a woman who holds her speech in high esteem and let me fill you in: there is nothing unequaled or unique about the most witty comebacks you can throw at ANY human being. Telling people off just creates more stigma in the pure system of speech and love and the line of Shakespeare, and darling your argot is far from delectable.

I’ll give you tips- The worst thing you can say to someone is, believe it or not, nothing. By you raising your voice, you surcease their curiosity by letting them in your mind. You are now allowing them to know what you’re thinking, that they’re bothering you, and granting yourself the vulnerability of being mindfucked.

That’s not how I roll. I let the haters hate and let the ex’s say what they may. At the end of the day, holding my tongue is one of my many aptitudes because 1. I have composure, 2. I am a utilitarian lady, & 3. I make whomever may be immature enough to act so impudently, more uncomfortable with a smile and a nod and a flip of the hair instead of luxuriating in their invite into a yelling contest.

Mahatma Gandhi says, “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” 

Change the rules, change the way of the world, break tradition for fuck’s sake. Stop being the fucking catalyst, stop being the fucking reactor. You know how badly it fucks with people when they’ve talked all the shit they could and you just nod, accept their insecurity and went on with your day? Man, if people learned how to “turn the other cheek” after getting the first one slapped, it would make for a more humble and peaceful world. I’m not saying this to get Jesus on you, or even Gandhi on you. I’m saying this because I lay victim to one sided drama, frequently, but I am strong as a brick wall in which even improvised drama hits me and immediately falls to the ground because I am not moved by it, I am not tepid about it, and I choose to not let it penetrate my life.

So no, I will not satiate your cynical wishes to “tell her off” and I hope you had a hard time not only grasping, but READING what I just wrote so you will hopefully check back in to reality and realize that instead of wasting your time lethargically thinking of a witty, “brutal” speech to tell your boyfriend’s ex off, you should go read the dictionary. and the Bible while you’re at it.

Anonymous asked: you sound like those girls in middle school who throw the word "love" around like it's nothing lol "omgaaahh happy 3 month anniversary baby!! i love you 4eva~!" please.

To judge me on this, you must have been watching me. Keep a close look and keep watching.

Austin and I don’t even celebrate those things, so your sources are lying to you. Which I believe you are your own source and I can totally believe that you lie to yourself. Apparently. I mean you come on here thinking you’ll feel better by telling me who I am, when all you’re doing is really telling more about yourself. And at the end of the day, after you’ve talked all of the shit you can talk, not only are you still shit, you are a shit talking, well, shit.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what love is. People like you try to put a time on love, an age on love. But let me tell you, it is not that it hasn’t been long enough to be in love, you are never too young to be in love, you are just too immature. I have been in love before for years upon years, and I know what that’s like. What Austin gives me is more than that, in the span of a week.

Have you ever experienced being able to be yourself, fully, with another human being like I can? Have you ever been able to engulf yourself in singing, rapping, playing piano, playing guitar, playing ukulele, audio engineering, producing, or spoken word with another human being like I can? Have you ever dropped everyone for someone not because you have to but because everyone else’s company does not match to that human being like I have? Have you ever found out who you were more and more with just one conversation with another human being like I have? Have you ever had someone protect your welfare and understand your clinical anxiety and phobias without passing judgment on you like I have? Have you ever had another human being’s mother tell you they love you like I have? Have you ever split your paychecks in half because you want to financially support another human being like I have? Have you ever done things without realizing that every single action you do is for the benefit of that other person, and utterly enjoy it like I have? In a society like ours, have you ever been totally selfless for the first time in your life because someone so striking has come into your life?

Of course you haven’t, you’re too busy on here wasting your sarcastic, ugly opinions that are falling on deaf ears.

Go do something with your life. Sincerely.

Anonymous asked: omg, you and your bf have only been together for 3 months?? lol this whole time you act as if you two have been together for a long time with all your dramatic answers lolllll it all makes sense now since it's obvious you two are still in the puppy love stage. lets see how long this relationship lasts ;)

Here are explications of why you have 0.00% right of passing judgment on me, Austin, or our relationship.

I am notches above the rest-
Now listen here, listen closely- there are countless numbers of situations I have been blessed to suffer from in my lifetime and I have all of the tools to write a best-seller on the brightest and darkest parts of my life. I am not an orthodox girl. I deem contrary to popular belief, I abstain from talking about people, and I make enough money to put your parents’ income to shame; What makes you think YOU have the privilege to talk badly about someone like me? That being said, I have been incapacitated to be in fraternized with “puppy love” since my parents were together. What I have been capacitated to do is to come up from the miry clay of my bleak and serious life and attain maturity, something You might have to google the answer to.  

Austin is notches above the rest- 
Austin isn’t your typical guy. His heart is pure, his count is low. He has attained the mental, emotional, and physical strength of suffering from Crohn’s disease, and a heart strong enough to just might be the first person to beat it. He, too, is mature.

Our relationship is notches above the rest-
We live together for fuck’s sake. We fast forwarded through the pointless puppy love part of the relationship. People in the puppy love stage don’t get to see each other the way we see each other. People in the puppy love stage don’t fart in front of each other, don’t NOT commit PDA, and still have first moment jitters and butterflies. Our relationship works around possessing chemistry even when we fight, having dinner table discussions about things small minds such as yours would never be able to comprehend. We don’t sit at the dinner table, share a straw, hold hands, and talk about marriage and babies. Living together, we are forced to be in situations with each other that your so-called puppy love would be dragging down. We have to cook and pay rent and take flights away from each other. We have to be in situations where we are not boyfriend and girlfriend, but co-workers when we make and create music. We are not in the dating stage where we fight over who takes the bill all cute and shit, we take turns. We don’t sleep on the phone, we sleep on the same bed. We don’t argue over who loves who more, or who hangs up first; as a gentleman, he always waits for me to hang up. We are sincere and mature enough to analyze other couples’ relationships that are breaking down around us to take notes on what to improve in ours. Living together, we get to fully be ourselves, therefore we get to fully be a couple, not a premature goo-goo eyed Facebook relationship. We’re past the cute shit because we’re already on to the realistic shit, and that’s happiness, something you are lacking. 

I would sincerely like to thank you for showing much interest in my life. How else would you know about my aforementioned “dramatic answers” unless you read them seeing as you’re so subconsciously subscribed to everything I have to say? And on top of that, if you don’t enjoy my dramatic answers, what brings you here to my ask box begging for my 2 cents? Myself , you, and others enjoy my “dramatic answers”. How many people come to you for a piece of your mind? How many people give a fuck about any bit of information from your mouth. I’m assuming none because the only thing dripping out of the blow job factory is shit talk as you’ve displayed here.

Anyway, I would also like to sincerely suggest other forms of venting your misery rather than anonymously bashing on people. Perhaps you could go to therapy. Perhaps you can go have kids and make sure that they don’t ever grow up to be like you. Perhaps.

And yes, you are correct. You will “SEE how long this relationship lasts”, not only because it is going to last, but because quite frankly, whether you admit it or not, you pay attention so closely to my life.

Now while you’re sitting there analyzing my life thinking you’re hurting me by anonymously posting this, I am sitting here answering, dying to answer this question not for your better understanding, not to hurt you back, not to justify what I know to be true in my life, polar to what you think it is, but merely because I love talking about why and how much I love Austin.

Anonymous asked: why don't you reblog anything?

I have recently mediated my blog to be a personal reflection of myself by only posting my own things and ceasing reblogging. I’m being drowned in all other social medias such as Facebook, Twitter, Facebook Like Page, Model Mayhem, etc., where my image supersedes my actual persona. By having the capability to blog, I can make my blog a radiation of myself, not just my aura of what people perceive me to be. Blogging is a great way to share my innermost opinions, sentimental advice, and up to date pictures of what I look like, TODAY. I’ve stopped reblogging (lest I highly agree w/the post or cannot but help share a picture I’ve found deep interest in) because I wanted to make every post meaningful and able to capture a glimpse of me with every update. It sounds corny, but if you go on my page and go through any and every post, you will get to see the real me, be intrigued, agree, or intellectually disagree at which point I would love to hear your feedback via my ask box so we can spark up deep conversation and expensive debates. That, or I’ll get questions/messages from people who hate on me with their futile opinions. I haven’t gotten any negativity on my Tumblr questions, unlike my formspring, but either way, you all fuel my motivation of making my writing and speaking more eloquent, habitual. Beautiful. Thank you, lovers haters movers and shakers.

People hate me not knowing how much they really should hate me. Don’t trip, I got more in store for you.

When I ignore everyone, my life gets saturated with success and happiness. The second I let people in, my mind body and soul take a step downward toward ill feelings. I don’t care about the “word on the street”, I don’t have any business discussing anyone’s life but my own entertaining one. Move out of my way.

Everyone hates when I’m happy, laughs when I’m sad. What is wrong with all of you unsatisfied children? Are you intimidated by the pearl between my thighs? You are all uneducated in how happy I really am, how much I really make, and how motor my heart really is for no life-low lives such as yourself yet you are already at the uttermost hate for me and mine. If you only really knew.

When my life is going swell, you all have something to say. When my life is going terribly, you all have something to say. Please inform me the moment you Do happen to decide to shut the fuck up.

DISCLAIMER- You can give me your opinion should I ask for it, which I probably won’t because none of you understand common sense in its simplest form which is what i LONG for to gratify my standards in a conversation. Conversely, if you ask for my opinion, 99% of the time I will care to give it. That latter 1% is dedicated to those brainless, argumentative pricks in whom I would be wasting breath, a good opinion, and a priceless idea on trying to express my golden thoughts.

Anonymous asked: I just wanted to say how AMAZING you are. I look up to you so much and you're so beautiful and you're mind is mindbogglingly. You and your boyfriend are the cutest but you already know that. You'll never know who I am but just know someone out there really admires you.

I can’t express how gratifying it would be to know who this is, but nonetheless you will never know the seriousness of the many many many thanks I owe you despite your anonymity. Thank you for still looking up to me after all of the things I’ve been through which might have spiked some doubt in my faithful followers because they judged me on my actions, but I assure you they were just REactions and my intentions have never been anything shy of pure deriving from a big heart.

I owe you thanks because it has been such a long long time since someone has sent me an anonymous message that wasn’t full of negativity, belittling, and endless defamation.

Prior to me activating my ask box on tumblr, I had deleted my Formspring due to constant antagonism and hurtful, harsh words. The science behind it is that when not that many people had Formspring, I would answer questions thoroughly and unfeigned. When the hype began the anonymous BALLS epidemic, I started answering questions more sarcastically and pervertedly. People took that to heart as if the internet could grasp and exploit who Harmony Cunamay really is, when in reality, I am a very complex person to try to even attempt to explicate. People got offended, and got defensive, started throwing dirt at me, so I shut down my Formspring. I then apprehensively activated this ask box and this is the 4th or 5th questions to appear in my messages and this is why I’m taking the time @ 2:41AM to construe how truly thankful I am for a message like this. Also, thank you for being supportive of me and Austin. Give our music a listen when you get the chance @ www.monyandreverah.bandcamp.com ^.^

My haters may be scoffing at this response, but let me remind you all that it is just because you don’t understand the way my mind functions and why I make the decisions I make because of the higher mental plane I’m on, and I DO say this with confidence and not cockiness because I claim residing on this aforementioned “higher plain” NOT because I’m intelligent, but moreover because I understand common sense in numerous apertures and translate the beauty of it through my life decisions that you just don’t comprehend. So you haters can SINCERELY stop judging, and start learning.

to answer your ignorant ass input, whatever couples say about their relationship is what they choose to put out. Taking pictures together shows that they aren’t ashamed to be seen with one another and are proud of showing the world their other half. Typing a paragraph out of how they feel happens to be the sincerest form of vulnerability in sharing their deepest and most intimate emotions, thoughts, and memories of each other with the world wide web. emphasis on the ‘world wide’. and on your lifelessargument about getting mad about models with better bodies or snapbacks, relationships aren’t built around reblogs. Hell, for all you know they might both appreciate high fashion, hip hop steez, and halfnaked girls. I know MY boyfriend and I can scroll through Tumblr and check out the same half naked bad bitches, fight over who’s gonna get that same exact snapback we saw on our dash, and even look at tumblr beach bodies to motivate both each other and ourselves to go to the damn gym. Don’t be angry that people post cute shit about the one they love. There is a lack of world peace and it begins with the hesitance and apprehension people have of sharing love with someone, and sharing that love with the world. Don’t add to the lack of this aforementioned world peace. Love is a rarity, a sobriety. Love is beautiful; entrusting someone with the worst and best parts of you and moreover sharing with the world what they found in each other, with no regards of being judged or praised. Why would you even hate on something like that? The more you try to burn these couples, the more you’re welding them together.

Though people DO have problems, this is a #shoutout to couples that have waters and waters of problems but hold it down in public.

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