Greetings.

“I want to be the girl with the most cake.” You’ve seen it a lot. You’ve heard it a lot. And Im not going to lie. I was dying to be the girl with the most cake. I wanted it for so long, I became the most of it. And I hated everything it made me feel like. The cake was awful. The cake was a disaster. It was the icing on the cake that made me want it. Girls everywhere, it is a trap. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT eat-get-have-try-taste-aim the cake. Get the icing and run away. Don’t let them win.

No, I don’t give enough amount of fucks to be a feminist. I’m just mad sometimes. Perhaps I could be considered as a post-feminist but then again, not enough fucks.

So.
Im Ece, 21 for now, from Istanbul, vain, Hole fan, brunette, mentally stable - well, I think. I inspire people and then go write about it.

Im comfortable with the concept of my blog, but I’m trying to avoid making it a casual “My day was”. For that, I have a twitter account that loads of Libyan people like to follow for no legitimate reason.

Even though this is my main and the most personal blog, I have a few more: one gore, one make up, one thinspo, and one for writing. However I prefer to be anon with most of them. I like to be out of Tumblr to make objective and clear observations. And I would like to state my point on many aspects of it:

If you make small text posts with huge irony, I think you’re super cool.

If you post photo booth pictures of yourself naked, well thats really good for you unless you spam people every night.

Every art history blog is sacred in my eyes.

Also Lindsay\Paris\Britney blogs - you’re doing it right!

Thinspo blogs make me hungry :(

Soft porn blogs are okay unless a 12 yr old is running them.

My favorite bloggers are sick people. But hey, my favorite people are sick.

I am not fat positive, but I don’t have anything against fat people. I just don’t like skinny girls that are claiming to be fat positive. Hypocrites. Oh, and I believe if I get fat I will lose everything in life, but thats just a PTSD, and another long lame Freudian story.

I kind of like the gore stuff here, because I am such a huge admirer of weird photos. But some gore bloggers make me feel like they are waiting for me to log out, so that they can come over and kill me in my sleep. They get that creepy sometimes. But they are the ones who have real taste around here.

I really don’t like the inspiration blogs here, it looks too .. cheesy, you know? Sadly Im old enough to know better now.

I enjoy the writing blogs unless they stay the same forever, then I simply skip them. (sorry)

I think I will follow anything feminist or Hole related.

Also if you are a very depressed smart girl in your teens and you post gay men having orgy while a cat is watching, chances are Im already following you.  

And I am very confused about the gender or/and sexuality studies that are going on with Tumblr. I feel like one should be going “Tara/16/bi/London” to be Tumblr Famous - But really, what is that? 

I am not an underaged bicurious teenager anymore, but I was, and I made the most of it. No wait. I made too much of it. Which is probably why I am here. 

What happened to me then? I still use my name (which means The Queen in Turkish) I am 21 forever now and you are still asking my sexuality as if it stands for a definition. 

Well, I have a Tegan&Sara tshirt that I occasionally wear. There, I said it.