After careful deliberation I’ve decided to stop using my Tumblr account. I’ve considered this for a while and have made my final decision. I won’t leave without explaining why however:

1. Tumblr has lost its exclusivity. I miss Tumblr back when nobody knew about it. Back when it was a website dedicated solely to the misfits. To the awkward teens who saw the humour in “y-u-no-guy” and “insanity wolf”. Back when you could say the word “Tumblr” and people would think you had mumbled something with your mouth full. Back when we shared the same number one rule as Fight Club and actually stuck to it. I miss that Tumblr.

2. Lack of originality. I feel like I see the same thing all the time on Tumblr. Either your blog consists of close-ups of Louis V bags and headless chicks in designer outfits, or it consists of Tyler the fucking Creator and upside down crosses. It’s become so pretentious and yes I’ll admit I’ve been sucked into the whole thing as well which is exactly why I’m leaving before I lose my bloody soul.

3. Jealousy. Yeah I’ll admit it, I’m jealous and for good reason too. I have a nice amount of followers - a 3 digit figure. And most of my articles receive good feedback sure. BUT. I can’t help but notice that the most unoriginal irrelevant and self-obsessed bloggers get the most credit and it frustrates me. I’ve tried to break the mould by showing everyone that I’ve got a brain and that there is more to life than Cole Mohr and Jefferey Campbell Litas. But nobody cares. All you care about are the beautiful skinny girls with fluorescent hair and more piercings than sense who stop taking pictures of themselves long enough to whinge:

ohh I really want to see my boyfriend so we can have sex

ohhh I’m getting all this hate mail, I know I’m ugly so shutuuuuup

ohhh why do you all expect me to answer all your messages, I know I’m a tumblr celeb but I’m soooo busy

See what I mean? Yet I write about how much my faith means to me ONCE and all of a sudden I’m a judgmental bible-basher. But all of a sudden I’m not allowed to complain when I see “fuck Jesus” posts on my dash. Nah fuck you bro.

4. No privacy whatsoever. Because tumblr has become so popular, a lot otf people I know but don’t necessarily like have started following me. This means I can’t talk about my personal life because they may know the people I refer to. I have also had to hold back on my personal opinion and somewhat censor myself in fears of offending people with issues that involve them. I don’t want to have to do that anymore.

5. I have to stay true to myself. A few of my mates joined blogspot and when I visited their blogs I was blown away. They were writing! Their actual opinions! I became ashamed of myself because I KNOW I am a talented writer and I KNOW I have so much to say but all this time I’d been conforming to what everyone else wanted and therefore lost myself in the process. I want to be a professional writer and I feel like my talent is wasted on this website. I’m sorry but I do.

So there. I’ve been comletely honest in this post. You can catch me now on www.lalalanvin.wordpress.com. Please do bookmark it if you were a fan of my writing on here. Alternatively, if any of you followed my music blog; www.bassinthebasement.tumblr.com, I WILL be continuing with that, so feel free to follow.

Although I’m discontinuing updating this blog, I will NOT delete it. So you can unfollow if you want but if you wanted to go back on any old posts or something, it will still be here.

Thank you for reading.

Goodbye Tumblr, it’s been real x

As I’ve mentioned probably about 63 times, I went abroad this summer - and on my last night staying with my dear relatives my aunt sat me down on the bed and started giving me a lecture about University. During her little speech there was one thing she said that prompted me to force back a chuckle. She said:

“Now Tasha, when you get to college (‘university’ in Yank-speak) you will see things that will disturb you - things that you will have never seen before”.

Why did I find this amusing? Well it seems that my dear relatives have let my quiet nature and small stature fool them. At that very moment I was uber tempted to turn around and say: “Aunt Mercy, have you met my friends?”

I am ashamed to say that there is nothing that could possibly surprise me that I haven’t seen before. Drugs, booze-fueled unsupervised parties, nudity, violence, you name it. So it was only when I sat down yesterday at my mate’s kitchen table and realised that the thought of fresher’s week invoked a feeling of exhaustion rather than excitement, that I asked myself -

Have I grown up too quickly?

The last 2 years of my life has been a whirlwind of partying and drinking; you’re talking to someone whose pals think nothing of popping ecstasy pills on a whim! I’ve been exposed to a lot and in way it’s kind of unfair because as I’ve mentioned, the people I love have been through so many unspeakable things that it’s meant that I’ve had to learn from other people’s mistakes rather than learn and grow from my own. I guess that has its advantages though. I shouldn’t have to put my finger in the fire to know it’ll burn. But I digress;

Tonight I’ve been invited to an Ann Summers party. My friend has “connections” and has managed to score us the VIP treatment -

• free entry
• free food
• free booze all night
• male strippers

Yes. Male strippers. I should be wetting myself with excitement right? Wrong. I really don’t wanna go. But I have to. Tomorrow night I’m out as well, to celebrate my mate’s 19th up in Piccadilly. Again, going because I have to. Then in 2 weeks I have to face a week of non-stop partying and for what? Guys I’M TIRED!!!! Clubbing just doesn’t have the same appeal that it used to, nothing does anymore. It sucks that all I want to do is have quiet lunches with my girlfriends and sit at home with a cup of tea and ‘Deal or No Deal’ on the telly, but that’s what it’s come to. With that I leave this piece of advice:(you know I can’t help passing on a bit of wisdom after every article)

If you’re under 18 - ENJOY IT. I know everyone says this but be a kid. Enjoy your childhood while it’s still there. I may not have been through the wars but trust me, the people I associate with really have and they all wish they could go back and do things differently. Tis all :)

Let’s hope I snap out of this funk soon.