"Rule #32: enjoy the little things."
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Alelí. 17 años. Jonatica, Lovatica, Directioner. My Chemical Romance, Little Mix. Friends, The Carrie Diaries, 2 broke girls, Misfits. The Hunger Games y Twilight. RIVER. Amo escribir, amo sonreír, amo amar. La mejor familia y los mejores amigos del universo. Mi novio es perfecto. Fui a ver a Demi {28.04.12}, a los Jonas {03.03.13} y voy a ir a ver a 1D {04.05.14}. ♥
In regards to my pictures…

bausprouse:

I figured I would write my thoughts on it all. After having a night to sleep on it and a day to reflect, I think there has been ample time to gather my thoughts while the encounter is still fresh.

First off, I will state that the reason I’m making light of the situation is because I don’t think what I did was wrong. To be blunt, I was proud of my progress in the gym, thought I looked hot, and wanted to share it. I’m of the mindset that whoever you are, if you are proud of your body and want to show it off, so be it! You do you. There is an odd taboo with the human form (especially in the USA) and I don’t particularly think its a good thing to teach people that you should “hide yourself” as something incredibly sacred. Blah blah blah, that’s a medieval notion.

Secondly, the real problem here was not me sending my pictures to someone, but rather, sending them to the WRONG someone. The real travesty is a misplaced trust, and while I am certainly to blame for it, it is a shame that my private life was somehow forcibly dragged into the public’s perception of me. What is wrong is that, generally I try to stay cool and collected with my prose and a role model for kids (maybe not anymore shamefully) and this seemingly inconsequential act will likely affect the youth’s impression of me. Not only that, but I worry somewhat for my artistic integrity, and my academic integrity. Not exactly ideal, but I’m to blame and I’ll look this incident in the eye like a man. I did it, but I’d be damned if I didn’t own that shit like Beyonce would want me to.

Finally though, and I think that this is the most important part, because of this, I gained 200,000 followers on twitter, 40,000 followers on tumblr, and 20,000 followers on instagram…. It seems to me that the majority of people are actually praising this act as some sort of device to receive fame (or infamy). Why? I have no clue, I don’t entirely condone it though. I’ll make it clear my intent was for this not to happen, and how it has affected me so positively is an enigma to me that rings true of the human condition. Maybe people just like to see others mess up? I’m German by blood, so I feel you on that.

tl;dr? I was proud of myself and my progress since I was 14 and husky, I’m not proud of this incident’s potential lasting effects on my academic and artistic integrity. But I’m making the best of it through humor and I’m getting this shirt made today:

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  ozbrako said:
I just read The Fault in Our Stars and I am sure you don't need me blabbering on about how good or deep or [insert completely true praise here] it is. Yet, I am sure you would be pleased to hear that where I come from, Bulgaria, scrambled eggs, or any kind of eggs for that matter, are not considered breakfast food and can be eaten for breakfast, second breakfast, lunch or dinner. There is still hope for mankind where food is free from labels. Viva la food! And, as you say DFTBA.

fishingboatproceeds:

SECOND BREAKFAST?!?!

Excuse me while I love to Bulgaria.

(Edit: I’m not even fixing the typo.)