raymi
god
you are so fucked up i wonder if i could love you or something
dig that website
raymi
was that you with the mask thing? i was gonna say
hi, but you’re too fast for me. are you a ninja?
chewy valentine,
jose
raymi
yeah hi.
I made a post the other day that might have fucked you, (and ten thousand other bloggers off), something about not posting pics of my tits twat and ass and so on and so on.
I was going to delete it cause when I made it I was trippin off my fucken face and having a major vent about life in fucken general, I didn’t mean to offend or upset anyone.
Your blog and your writing is awesome, and some of the stuff you write is out and out fucken brilliant.
You have a lot of talent as an artist and writer.
So Im sorri if I pissed you off, ( I may not have, for all I know you might not have even fucken read it and I’ll be sitting here looking like a twat with cum on my face), but if you did read it, I just wanted to let you know it wasn’t directed at you personally or your work.
I know there are sadistic assholes out there who want to flame you and make you feel like shit and I didn’t want you to add me to the list.
seeya
raymi i need advice about a guy…
i’m 21, drunk, and in love with my roommate. although, i don’t know if it’s really love. i hate myself. what’s an insecure girl to do?
sincerely,
lela
hi raymi, i stumbled upon your website, and noticed you have the most beautiful eyes let alone the rest of your body, but most of all the fact you put up your feelings and whatnot on the internet, i not only read almsot everything but i took it all in. i dont know really who you are, well i mean from what i red but no intelectually. so i also dont know if you have messenger,or if you answer any emails you get, but i wouldnt doubt it. i like the look of you naked, your beautiful, i bet you dont need some fag such as myself( not literally but in a sense.). i am in fact younger then you, not of age really, i jsut turned 16, btu that doesnt mean we cant talk or exchange emails messages, i would like that, have the snes of friendship beyond borders, so perhaps ill hear from you perhaps i wont. but i hope i do. and if i spelt anything wrong its cuz i have too big of hands for this keyboard, sorry
-joe
Raymi,
Your blog rules. the writing is like raymond chandler and, together with the pics, create a nice, free-floating sense of menace, but its also hot. keep it up.
- James
“She laughed in between shuddering breaths. Her little death was his big death . . . .”
raymi
subject 1
do u like verbal abuse? i love it (being the passive side of it, i mean)
subject 2
quote “exploiting ignorant perverts on the web” (one of your blogs)
i’d love to be exploited by you
answering everything you want to know,… being your guinea pig
Raymi,
You seem to be getting better looking with age. You are truly the best and i still love you.
Jefferson Hayman
Hi Raymi.
I’m sick of playing high school popularity games with people who think they are cool.
I’m also done associating with people who think it’s so cool to fake like they have drug and depression problems. It’s not very fucking funny when one has real drug and depression problems.
People just read my pages because they want to see me fuck up. They don’t realize how that makes a person feel. The more popular I get the more I always hate my readers, because it isn’t a game and I’m not making anything up, it’s my real life and I have problems.
Hope you are OK.
S
Wow Raymi,
I can’t believe that it has been a year.
The last time I spoke to Rebecca, it was in February or so. She was living in the Sherbourne/Dundas area and still addicted and turning tricks. She had a new “boyfriend”, but needed money and food.
I have not heard from her since.
How are things with you?
raymi,
just discovered your blog the other day at work. im intrieged (sp)
by the way your mind works…
just thought i’d say hi and let you know how i enjoy your blog…
feel free to respond to this email…i got aim and msn too if need be.
im always up for a convo with a likeminded introvert…maybe its
extrovert…oh well
btw – 20/m philadelphia
hmm…guess thats it. no worries about not responding if you dont want
too…
enjoy the day!
-alex
hi raymi.
word i feel like i know you except i don’t really only through anti
one of my favorite online boys and kinda tyranny from reading his page
and of course your page.
so here i am online chatting with anti and i told him this thing that
i’m gonna tell you in a bit and he told me to hit you up.
things that came up:
1. photos on blogs and shit. like. going through my archives i find
eight hundred million pictures of myself. anti’s like “me too” then
i’m like “nah but all my shits are flattering. best side best light
crop the fucked up squinty eye or whatever and pretend i only have
half a face but it’s fucking perfect.”
kinda sucka ass. but word. that’s my stee. perfect or just not.
i’m digressing.
that’s when i brought you up because you just post pictures, yo.
true, i think they are mostly lovely but they aren’t careful, you
know? very raw.
basically: that takes heart. it’s admirable.
2. i bought tyranny cigs. then the drug store down the block closed
and i wilded out in that bitch buying very pink and sweet and stupid
things and realized i clearly was not just shopping for a manly man.
who else is in canada? why you are, of course.
*note. i default to dork when i’m unsure. ha. many styles and they
all desert me in shit like this. bless your heart if you’ve read this
far. moresomoreso if you’ve not made a gagging motion with your hand*
3. not mentioned to anti but. i’m still trying to figure out why i
haven’t emailed you before now. cause i’m a hater, prolly. word.
tonight though finds me high and happy and all tucked in. so owning
that i think you’re dope and heretofore unimagined is quite easy. go
figure.
sobriety sucked dick.
ahight. i suppose that’s it. i’ve got some stuff to send you.
should i just send it with tyranny’s stuff or can i send directly to
you? anti will vouch for my non-stalkerness. word.
peas.
angelina
ps: i’m thedetox.com by the way. or whatever. sometimes. just look
for the page with only flattering golden stellar pictures and that’ll
be me.
pps: rule, yo. life loves a savage.
