Banesidhe's Wails & Tales

bjdconfessions:

Confession: Hello, I am your friendly neighborhood elitist. No, really, I am. I go to meet-ups and I smile friendly, make-up something I like about your cheap doll, and maybe even have coffee with you. The truth is, I hate your cheap doll, crappy face up, and the clothes your doll is wearing. I judge you by your dolls, and I have no remorse. If you have a “not everyone can afford X” attitude I cackle on the inside, happy that you cannot figure out how to afford decent looking dolls like myself and my friends. I am poor too, but I save my pennies and I buy the best. This means Volks, Unoa, Dollheart, Cadenza, Asian face-up artists, Y!J shopping, and high quality materials.

If you cannot strive for perfection and beauty in this hobby, don’t leave. You make my dolls look better. My friendliness is fake when I compliment your Bobobie, Resinsoul, Dollzone, or whatever crap you have. Recasts of Volks would look better than your cheapass Chinese doll. I just wish I could help you find more inferior companies to buy from, so I can keep the high quality brands to myself. Less competition. I love being an elitist. It b rings me joy.

The amounts of fucks I give about what some bitchy stranger on the internet thinks about how I spend my money or what I do with my dolls = 0 

The amount of fucks I give about what other people do with their money or what they do with their dolls = 0 

The amount of fucks this person and their confession is worth = 0.

That’s a whole lotta nuttin. 

And Imma unfollowing that tumblr now before the idiocy makes me explode any further.  Which is a shame, because at least the people running it thus far seem fairly sane.

(Source: bjdconfessions1)