Tuesday, November 25, 2014

u feel me

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Quiet, I guess.

Why is it so hard for me to be a nice person? Like, I will always, always, always do the right thing, morally, never ever choosing to wrong another. But will I always be kind, compassionate, and understanding? No. Almost never, actually.


I am so harshly critical and brutally honest, and I can't be any other way. Sometimes, even just listening to some people talk drives me up the wall, and I, almost involuntarily, physically react; confounded, angry facial expressions, rolling my eyes, gaping in bewilderment, shaking my head, tensing up my neck, shoulders, hands, legs, etc. The only way I've learned to battle this is to bite my tongue hard, and quickly remove myself from the situation before I say or do something terrible and make more people cry, or get myself in serious trouble. (If I obviously choose to sit in isolation and not talk to or look at anyone, that's probably why, and you should leave me be.)

I reeeaally don't support the decisions a lot of people make in their everyday lives, and I really can't, for the life of me, handle inconsideration or intentionally immoral, unjust, or offensive actions. But I also know most of it is none of my business, not of my choice, and out of my control...

So I've learned to shut up. I have become much better at it with time. But if you knew me before, you'd know the girl that would always tactlessly spout her judgments, penalize wrong-doing, and always get the last, cruelest word.

But I slip up every now and then...

I really don't want to be mean!
But even more than that, I don't want to be fake.

So what is there for me to be?!?!

Sincerely,
Righteous, Judgmental Misanthrope on her high, high horse

Friday, November 21, 2014

only you

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

dependence on people or drugs

I don't really like to associate myself with people that can't stand to be alone or to be alone with their own sober mind. I'm very much attracted to vulnerability in strong individuals, but I steer clear of anyone who is quite obviously just... weak.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

There's nothing wrong with celebrating unattainable beauty.


I'm kinda really over that whole any-blatantly-sexy/sexual-photo-of-a-woman-is-sexist-because-it-is-objectifying-women-for-the-male-gaze thing that I hear a lot. I mean, I think there are a lot of women out there who also enjoy those photos very much. Like me. Nice bodies and faces are nice. And everyone objectifies everyone anyway. If you've got a nice face and body and want to show it off, then go ahead. We're all watching. Hahah.


I think it's almost always about the rocks being resentful towards the gems of the world. I totally like marveling at supermodels like Natalia Vodianova and Emily DiDonato. They are like a thousand times better looking than me, but I appreciate the crap out of their beauty and admire them for what they bring to the world. This unattainable, freakishly high level of beauty is a very rare, special thing. Just because you can't ever reach it yourself doesn't mean they should be hidden away from the world and never celebrated, just so you don't have to ever feel bad about what you look like.


We all have something to give, y'know? If you've found your thing, your worth, and put in the work to become great, maybe you wouldn't put so much weight in how good-looking you are vs other people. I mean, really. This is the face and body you were given. There are things you can do to look and feel the best that you possibly can. But no matter what you do, you are not, and will never be, the best-looking person in the world. Deal with it. And find your worth -- what will make you proud to be yourself -- elsewhere. Stop being jealous just cuz you refuse to learn about good style and makeup, and you let yo body become lumpy, and other people are fawning and swooning over someone other than you.


Love, Periodically Lumpy Musician + Varied Artist Blabbermouth

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Saturday, November 15, 2014

I AM A 15 YR OLD GIRL



ROFL. THAT'S IT. I AM A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD
GIRL BECAUSE THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I AM.

Hahahaha. She is so stinkin' cute!!