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[yourfriendremy-blog]

REMY L. HARMON | 28 | FASHION BLOGGER & BARISTA

BASICS

Full Name:  Remy Lucille Harmon Nicknames:  Rem, RiRi Age: 28 Sexuality:  Bisexual  Date of Birth:  December 10th, 1989 Place of Birth:  San Diego, California Gender: Female Current Location: New York City, NY

MORE BASIC INFO

Languages:  English. Religion: Agnostic.  Education: BS in Fashion Merchandising from Columbia Chicago, MA in Fashion Studies Occupation:  Barista & Fasshion Blogger Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: all of the above.

BIOGRAPHY

Growing up in San Diego to an absolutely wealthy pair of humans was not something worth apologizing for. You get what you get in this life and Remy was well aware of that. As a young girl, she was the type to wear whatever her mother asked of her. Slipped her feet into ballet shoes twice a week, her body into pink dresses more often than not, and her hair in braids if her mother asked her. That was how being the six-year-old daughter of a lawyer and a doctor went. No one else held a candle to her mother and the world shone so bright. Remy still remembers the smell of her mom’s shampoo and how she was held so closely every night before bed. The perfectionism and watchful eyes over the young girl continued into her teen years. Her discipline with ballet grew and she was now dancing up to 6 times per week, her parents and other family members watching her closely. Sure to get good grades, Remy slept about 3 hours a night in order to finish everything and study properly.

This cycle of pleasing others in a way to make them love her was how Remy lived her life, but it’s not what made her happy. A miserable child raised to mask her sadness with selflessness, she was positive that there had to be more to life. High school rolled around and seeing other kids go against what their parents wanted began to steal the attention of the sable haired girl. While she was still sure to please her family, teachers, and onlookers at every turn, the girl kept her eye on what other people were doing that seemed to be calling her name. This internal battle of whether or not her life should be what others thought it should or her life being up to her was one that continued to haunt her.

Chicago’s wind and gloomy nature felt like home to Remy before she had even unpacked. She had decided, after graduating with a 4.0 and getting into Columbia University, Chicago to pursue a degree in Business Management, that this was the right place for her to be. This was where she met the people who made her feel like she had to continue being what her family wanted her to be. It wasn’t, of course, until the middle of her freshman year that she began to realize the smile masking all of what was beneath was beginning to fade. Her mother’s mental health beginning to decline half way through the year is what made it all come crumbling down. She dropped her dance minor and business minor, the ballet slippers collecting dust in the back of her closet, exchanged for a fashion merchandising major, and she was no longer able to keep the 4.0 up, much to her father’s dismay. Remy finally snapped. Her lifelong cheerleader and role model was now fading away and so were her cares for what everyone else thought. She started ditching her friends for people who enjoyed doing the things she liked to do and began realizing that there was so much more to life than her family’s dreams. She finished college, deciding to follow in her mother’s footsteps to move to New York City, but hasn’t spoken to her father much to her father since the continued decline of her mother’s health.

Remy remained a shell of a human, somewhat cold to those around her. Of course, upon going to Parsons to get her master’s, she forced herself to be the best. She wanted to impress her mother who she was sure had to come back to them eventually. And she did just that. Excelling in all of her courses, even when she was in love. Even when she had a younger, more intense distraction than ever before. It was up to Remy to make her life what she wanted it to be and no one was going to take her focus off of that. No matter how much she loved them.

Becoming a somewhat well-known stylist and blogger has been something that Remy needed more than she could explain. That, and her solid group of supportive, though sometimes annoying friends. These people, no matter how different from her, were why she was able to do anything successfully.

PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius MBTI: INFJ Likes:  cold weather, texting 4 messages instead of 1, ice cream, shopping/anything to do with fashion, Dislikes:  taking on the phone, folding laundry, Bad Habits:  walking into rooms without knocking, doing the crossword in other people’s newspapers Secret Talent: she is an impeccably trained ballerina. Hobbies:  blogging, shopping, finding the best ice cream shops, running Fears:  taking tests, having the same mental health issues as her mother Five Positive Traits:   Five Negative Traits:

FAMILY INFORMATION

Parent Names:  Joseph & Naomi Harmon Sibling Names:  Mia Harmon (32) & Leo Harmon (34) Family Relationship: 

PREFERENCES

coffee or tea? both. showering in the day or night? night. taking baths or taking showers? baths. tv or movies? movies. writing or reading? writing. platonic or romantic love? romantic. iced tea or lemonade? iced tea. ice cream or smoothies? ICE CREAM. cupcakes or cake? cake. beach or mountains? beach.

FAVORITES

song:  All in Vain - Wet band: HAIM outfit: x - anything with jean shorts place:  any beach, anywhere, anytime. person:  Barack Obama. movie:  Breakfast at Tiffany’s  show: Full House

[brettimaeus-writes]

first fanifc

Heyo here's fanfiction I wrote last year I guess Don’t Read It

So I show up on a bus in Beach city and get off and I'm hungry so I go get a pizza at the fish pizza place. I walk in and Ronaldo is on his latop bloggin about keping tBeach City weuird. I compliment his blog as a huge fan and point out that he's getting pizza on his keyboard. We establsich good rapport by this, and I sit down and order my pizza.

Outside, throught the glass doors and windows I see Lapis Lazuli land. She's the hottest ever, and I turn to Ronaldo to make eye contact. He's as excited as me, and asks if I want to see some fanart he drew of Lapis. I say yeah I look at fanart of Lapis all the time. So he turns his laptops toward me and show me the fanart.

In it, Lapis is crying a river, she is hugging Japser, and she has blue nail paint. I am repulsed at this ruination of my waifu, an d proceed to don my opinion pants.

I state that there's nothing particularly wrong with the anatomy, but the coloration makes her look too intense and removes the cuteness from her. He says he didn't want her to look so cute, and I say he's a heckin moron.

I roll with it, pointing out that her nail polish is uncomfortable and doesn't fit the charaacter. He says we don't actually know enoughtabout the character to say that she'dnever wear nail polish and I say he's right but I hate the nail polish and wouldn't want any waifus to wear it. If she wore stuff like that I'd feel uncomfortable and not want to hold her hand as much.

Ronaldo retorts this by scrolling to the next piece of fanart. Lapis is waering high heels, earrings, and has a shoulder tatto o visible under her roughly torn blue dress.

All purity is gone from this world and I feel the urge to vomit. The red lipstick he's drawn on her makes me wanna never kiss her for sure. no thanks. And the high heels what even. Can you imagine flying around with those big old things throwing off your balance.?

Lapis kicks the glass door from the outside in, and shatters it, then channels the water in the laptop molecule4s to make the laptoip explode. She gives me a deadpan thumbs up and reminds me that my seemingly contrarian opinions about fasshion are at least coming from an honest place, and that as long as I can communicate that to real girls they won't hold it against me, even though it comes across very prejudiced against those who fall out of line with my picky tastes.

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[jamieeske]

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I'm a college student with a high functioning brain and have gathered my knowledge from intelligence agents and currently taking the steps to build my content writing career.  I blog and write web copy for established medical networks online. Though I do like it, I want to express myself freely about everything and anything. From pictures to videos to thoughts to health to science to travel to relationships to food to EVERYTHING and that's what I'm doing.  I'm voice my thoughts with fingers to keyboard and mind to imagination and here we are!  I like it all and then some I don't like:  Do you like Alternatives Beauty Relationships Food Cars Travel Boyfriend Cats-I love my cat!!! Meow...lol Fasshion-yes it's spelled incorrectly, that was the pooint!  ; ) Anyhoots, I'm Jamie and sharing what I can with the world and my thoughts thus far!

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for another Saturday

Thứ bảy đẹp trời. Ngày hôm nay phát hện mình bị block. Bởi một người bạn đã từng thân. CHỉ là ngày đẹp trời, bị block k r�� lí do. Bạn m hỏi hay mày unfollow nó. Mình chắc là k làm vậy. Nhưng mình băn khoăn việc một người unfollow bạn thì bạn phải block người đó. Mình cũng hay unfollow mọi người, chỉ là vì insta của mình hầu hết là foodblog, fasshion blog, chó mèo... đôi lúc post của mọi người đều k thuộc, hơi lạc quẻ với feed nên tiện tay m unfollow, k vì lí do cá nhân gì cả. Bản thân mình cũng k biết ai follow, ai unfollow mình. M k hề quan tâm về mấy cái con số vô nghĩa ấy. Nhưng có vẻ như người khác lại có vẻ take it personal. Thực sự mối quan hệ trên mạng xã hội đại diện hoặc ở một vài khía cạnh là mức độ đánh giá mức độ tình cảm của con người ta với nhau. Bạn biết đấy, có những người bạn in real life mà bạn đều nói chuyện, thân thiết đâu có nghĩa là trên fb hay insta hai người cũng thế. Ngược lại cũng đây người trên mạng thì nhắn tin nói chuyện tình cảm lắm nhưng đi ngoài đường cũng bỏ qua nhau. Cá nhân mình hoàn toàn tách biệt, và m không bao giờ đánh giá tình cảm qua mấy cái like cái tim trên mạng xã hội. Chỉ đáng tiếc người khác k nghĩ vậy, nhưng block ư? cậu thật sự muốn xóa tôi ra khỏi đời cậu đến thế?. Or maybe đó chỉ là cái cơ khi con người ta chẳng còn tha thiết với nhai nữa.

Old stories. Mình lại đọc mấy post của bạn nữ kia. Bọn con gái là vậy. Luôn bất an, luôn so sánh mình với ng khác, luôn ghen tỵ. Mình cũng đ là khác gì. Trong suốt môt thời gian dài, tôi đã rất ghen tị. Tôi ghen tỵ vì sao m k xinh đẹp dc nhu cô ấy, m k được dịu dàng, gia cảnh cũng k tốt như thế. Thế đó, cứ so sánh, ghen hơn với cô ấy rất lâu cho đến lúc mới nhận ra mọi vấn đề anh thuộc về cô vì tôi k bằng cô mà là do tôi đã k cố gắng để giữ anh. 

Tôi gặp anh hồi cấp ba, khi bọn con gái đang mê mẩn mấy anh trai hàn quốc nào đó. Tôi thích anh ngay từ cái nhìn đâu tiên lúc anh đạp xe, trầm ngâm suy nghĩ đâu đó. Đó là người dịu dàng, chín chắn nhất tôi từng biết. Ban đầu cứ ngỡ chỉ là cơn cảm nắng của cái tuổi ngốc nghếch ấy. CÒn tự trách mình sao lại thích cái ông trông bình thường hết cỡ thế này, cái ông mà khoe với bạn bè chúng còn k hiểu sao tôi lại thích ng như thế. Thì cũng chẳng cao, còn xa mới dc coi là đẹp trai bảnh bao nhưng thật là tôi chỉ có thể nhìn thấy cái con người, cái mũi cao hơi gồ, cái mặt lúc nào cũng đăm chiêu ấy. Thế rồi cái mối tình đơn phương ấy cứ kéo dài tôi k rõ nữa, 3 hay 4 năm nhỉ. Có lúc tôi đã nghĩ chắc chắn sẽ k thể dành cho ai nhiều tình cảm đến thế nữa. Giờ tôi vẫn tin thế. Hôm nay tôi đọc mấy lời cảm nhận của cô ấy, k còn ghen tỵ, hay giận hờn, tôi thấy mình đồng cảm với cô ấy. Cảm xúc khi ở bên cạnh anh, hay cách anh đối xử với ng anh yêu, suy nghĩ của anh về thế giới xung quanh... anh ấy đặc biệt và anh ấy khiến bạn cảm thấy như vậy. Bạn biết không, con gái là sinh vật khó hài lòng và tham lam nhất thế giới. Khi 1 đứa con gái có khuôn mặt đẹp, nó lại muốn có thân hình đẹp. khi nó có cơ thể đẹp nó lại khát khao được sinh ra trong gia đình giàu có, nói cách khác bọn con gái luôn muốn thứ gì đó ngoài tầm tay. Đó gần như bản năng, nó ở trong tiềm thức. Nhưng có lẽ bạn  không biết , khi ở bên anh, tôi có thể đang mơ mộng có được đôi chân đẹp như cô gái nọ, anh cười nói chân em ngắn nhưng đáng yêu mà, em lùn thế khiến anh trông cao hơn. Và tôi biết, mình chẳng cần đôi chan dài thon nào đó, tôi đã là công chúa xinh đẹp trên đời này. Thế là đủ. Vậy đó, khi ở bên anh, bạn trở nên tử tế, ngoan ngoãn nữ tính và hạnh phúc. Tất cả chỉ bằng vài hành động nhỏ bé, k màu mè. Không phải tôi đang ca ngợi, tô vẽ, thật đấy. Có những người trên thế giới này có khản năng nhu thế đó. Tôi đã gặp người như vậy đó.

I met my keeper and I let him go. He’s gone and so was my heart.