Hemingway / Comments

If anyone is looking for me, I'm at iamhemingway.tumblr.com

Hey! I doubt you remember me.. But my names Hannah.. We became friends when I first joined 4 years ago. If it helps you remember me any better my ex boyfriend had just dumped me and I was going through that depression stage.. (I'm fine now.) hope you remember me :S

Happy birthday.

I just noticed you're an English major! :D Anyway I once hoped to become one too. :)

Yeah..school cycle here's really different from there, :)

Haha! How sad. :D I've got two more days left then it's finally summer break here. :D

Haha! Is it school? Or much more than just that? :)

Dunno, it suddenly just did. :D Probably because finals are coming. :) What up with you?

Great! but really exhausted. :D

Hey! School's really crazy right now. :P Sorry I didn't get to reply again, :/ How are you lately?

Great! I missed the people at school. :D How's your? :)

AadenInFlames

I've gotten nothing...

First and foremost, TACO EATING.

None, but get on MSN. I want to see if I fixed it.

You have to practice Aaden-type things.

No, it's really not the same. It's a very interesting story that I swapped for, so I have to leave the comment somehow or another.

No, There shall be a fine line between thy hair and thy beard. It's in the commandements of Aaden. Because I'm a religion. Because I'm cool like that. Because when I say "because I'm cool like that" it doesn't automatically make me uncool, like it does everyone else.

MIBBA WON'T LET ME LEAVE THIS PERSON A STORY COMMENT. [/upset] I've been trying for the past hour.

I don't think you should grow anything on your face. I don't think anyone should. It might continue growing and spreadin like a fugus, and soon it'll take over your entire head. You won't know where your beard stops and your hair begins. It'll all may together and you'll look like a faceless hobo, with just a large, unattractive, dirty-looking afro sticking out of your shirt collar. And you won't be writing anything, because you won't be able to see past the large mass of hair surrounding your eyeballs. Is that really what you want? (That's what I want.)

Nothing, you just got off the train. You were sleeping. Unfortunately, this is the last stop, and no other trains are running until morning. You'll have to spend the night in Neverland. No worries, though, Peter Pan and his lost boys have a lovely glitter-covered hotel just up the road. Great prices, too.

Tacos, the history I'm supposed to be doing, the fact that MSN is fucktarded, my fucktarded non-boyfriend, my most wonderful vice-boyfriend, my gashed back,... Yeah, I feel better :D

I don't like facial hair, on anyone. Although my friend Edgar/Zac has these adorable sideburns. My dad has this David Allen Coe facial hair that makes him look like a hobo. It's not very flattereing.

[b]YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED.[/b] It's a [i]non-allowance[/i]. [b]Why[/b], you ask? Because [b][i]I said so.[/b][/i]

Really? My insecurities are actually on my mind, every single second of every single day. I canstantly feel like I'm not smart enough or pretty enough or genuine enough. And I think that may weigh me down in the long run.

(In Australia, a moustache is called a mo, and every November there is a contest to see who can grow the best one.) At the moment. But you will have one, someday. Stop shaving and give it about three days. I can't believe you're going to be twenty, it's so shocking. You barely seem nineteen.

I owed you that much. They were about me. I had to say something.

There are only seventeen days until I turn seventeen. I'm scared. I've always thought of myself as a young soul, and eighteen is shoving itself down my throat faster than I can swallow. It terrifies me.

But I can't grow a moustache, or a beard, or any facial hair for that matter. I suppose that means I'll never hit puberty.

You never told me though. Now I'm on a commenting spree, all up on your stories.