Yeah, it's almost as if Kayla Marie Waller of Katy Texas (TX) who has previously worked at Wendy's and Carl Jr's doesn't have any scruples and would be a bad choice for any prospective employer that does a cursory Google Search when she applies for a job opening or something.
Are you that surprised that Kayla Marie Waller of Katy Texas (TX) would do something so stupid as to rope minors into her revenge plans? It's clear that Kayla Marie Waller of Katy Texas (TX) has no regard for the safety of children given that Kayla Marie Waller of Katy Texas (TX) watched/listened to a minor being raped on Skype.
Catching up, jesus-- did this thread go from 100 pages to 130s in a day??
I love how she thinks her life is ruined, when it isn't
She's made her world so fucking tiny. It's just tumblr and other sites talking about her.
How fucking depressing.
Don't even clean your room, just GO GUVKING OUTSIDE.
Auto correct on on some iOS builds auto corrects fucking as that some times, seen it happen a few times on my devices at least.
I think it's some quirk in the spell checker that get's knocked loose every now an then.
The only ones who might bother you are weens, little buggers we have no control over.
Too bad they haven't received any abuse from us. Kiwis called them out on their bull, they got mad, we got hold of public information, and contacted their mother to warn her about their online behavior. None of that falls under abuse.
But, your choice to get involved. Personally don't have any intention of heckling you, just attempting to inform you that your friend was not abused and you are being lied to. Take it as you will.
So wait, is she calling out CreamyMiami or trying to call out everyone in this thread or the entire KiwiFarms?
What good will that do, her posts get like-- 10 notes, tops
(also why would she direct ANYONE to this thread? It's so embarrassing for her.)
Welcome back, the highlight thus far is Kayla is involving a 15 year old in her quest to slander us and we weened a little but when we figured out she was a minor we stopped because we're not okay with involving minors in this drama even though Kayla Marie Waller of Katy Texas (TX) who has worked at Wendy's and Carl Jr's, is more than alright with that apparently and as such probably does not possess the ability to make good decisions that potential employers might be looking for when Googling.
it's almost like Kayla "Jonathan" Waller of Katy TX doesn't even care about the safety of minors, considering that Kayla "Jonathan" Waller let her adult boyfriend cut up his underage boyfriend and listened to them have abusive sex on skype, but you know, just me.
So wait, is she calling out CreamyMiami or trying to call out everyone in this thread or the entire KiwiFarms?
What good will that do, her posts get like-- 10 notes, tops
(also why would she direct ANYONE to this thread? It's so embarrassing for her.)
So wait, is she calling out CreamyMiami or trying to call out everyone in this thread or the entire KiwiFarms?
What good will that do, her posts get like-- 10 notes, tops
(also why would she direct ANYONE to this thread? It's so embarrassing for her.)
Maybe it's me, but I've seen callout posts get reflagged more than a lot of other stuff. So it might be like 100 notes, instead of 10.
(Maybe she hopes that the person only reads the front page, skims the first post of 2-3 others, and concludes that it's 137 pages of pure hate.)
I converted the entire poem to a Shakespeare format to make it objectively better.
To the strugglers out there
To the ones drinking thy feelings, eating thy feelings
Carving and starving them out of thou until thou feel nothing
To the ones who dont hast aught to believe in
Not yea themselves
To the ones mock'd and laugh'd at because of who they are
To the ones with memories and trauma and paranoia
To the ones with voices and visions and delusions
To the ones who dont fit into the perfect societal mold
To the ones who cant fit into their gaskins from last year, last month
To the ones who panic when their razors and blades art gone
To the ones who cant help but feel high-lone yea when surround'd by those who love them. we art moo than our size,
We are more than our brain. we are more than our self envy, more than our labels. and ay, the labels and our brain are important. but we are more than the slurs thrown at us, and the stereotypes whisper'd about us behind our backs. We are more than the bad. to the ones who cant see themselves as the flower they are, as the tree they are. to the ones who feel pluck'd and uproot'd. to the ones who art told they can and will grow back but cant see themselves doing that. We can rebound. We can live. We are more than the inability to believe.
We are more than the ability to doubt.
We are more than that.
I love how she tries to write an uplifting story about people that struggle to ignore those that mock and laugh at people on Tumblr for their mental disorders and generally how they act online whilst ignoring that those mental disorders are fake, ignoring the culture of victimization created to not take account for the things those people say online, and most of all the ignoring way that they will seek negative attention and get upset when they obtain it.
I converted the entire poem to a Shakespeare format to make it objectively better. Read on, Kiwi's.
To the strugglers out there
To the ones drinking thy feelings, eating thy feelings
Carving and starving them out of thou until thou feel nothing
To the ones who dont hast aught to believe in
Not yea themselves
To the ones mock'd and laugh'd at because of who they are
To the ones with memories and trauma and paranoia
To the ones with voices and visions and delusions
To the ones who dont fit into the perfect societal mold
To the ones who cant fit into their gaskins from last year, last month
To the ones who panic when their razors and blades art gone
To the ones who cant help but feel high-lone yea when surround'd by those who love them. we art moo than our size,
We art moo than our brain. we art moo than our self envy, moo than our labels. and ay, the labels and our brain art important. but we art moo than the slurs thrown at us, and the stereotypes whisper'd about us behind our backs. We art Moo than the bad. to the ones who cant see themselves as the flower they art, as the tree they art. to the ones who feel pluck'd and uproot'd. to the ones who art told they can and will grow back but cant see themselves doing that. We can rebound. We can live. We art moo than the inability to believe.
We art moo than the ability to doubt.
We art moo than that.
I love have laughably ironic it is when Kayla tries to write an uplifting story about people that struggle to ignore those that mock and laugh at people on Tumblr for their mental disorders and generally how they act online whilst ignoring that those mental disorders are fake, ignoring the culture of victimization created to not take account for the things those people say online, and most of all the ignoring way that they will seek negative attention and get upset when they obtain it. Its almost like Kayla's trying to justify the bullshit she says online without specifically mentioning herself.
I converted the entire poem to a Shakespeare format to make it objectively better. Read on, Kiwi's.
To the strugglers out there
To the ones drinking thy feelings, eating thy feelings
Carving and starving them out of thou until thou feel nothing
To the ones who dont hast aught to believe in
Not yea themselves
To the ones mock'd and laugh'd at because of who they are
To the ones with memories and trauma and paranoia
To the ones with voices and visions and delusions
To the ones who dont fit into the perfect societal mold
To the ones who cant fit into their gaskins from last year, last month
To the ones who panic when their razors and blades art gone
To the ones who cant help but feel high-lone yea when surround'd by those who love them. we art moo than our size,
We art moo than our brain. we art moo than our self envy, moo than our labels. and ay, the labels and our brain art important. but we art moo than the slurs thrown at us, and the stereotypes whisper'd about us behind our backs. We art Moo than the bad. to the ones who cant see themselves as the flower they art, as the tree they art. to the ones who feel pluck'd and uproot'd. to the ones who art told they can and will grow back but cant see themselves doing that. We can rebound. We can live. We art moo than the inability to believe.
We art moo than the ability to doubt.
We art moo than that.
I love have laughably ironic it is when Kayla tries to write an uplifting story about people that struggle to ignore those that mock and laugh at people on Tumblr for their mental disorders and generally how they act online whilst ignoring that those mental disorders are fake, ignoring the culture of victimization created to not take account for the things those people say online, and most of all the ignoring way that they will seek negative attention and get upset when they obtain it. Its almost like Kayla's trying to justify the bullshit she says online without specifically mentioning herself.
I converted the entire poem to a Shakespeare format to make it objectively better. Read on, Kiwi's.
To the strugglers out there
To the ones drinking thy feelings, eating thy feelings
Carving and starving them out of thou until thou feel nothing
To the ones who dont hast aught to believe in
Not yea themselves
To the ones mock'd and laugh'd at because of who they are
To the ones with memories and trauma and paranoia
To the ones with voices and visions and delusions
To the ones who dont fit into the perfect societal mold
To the ones who cant fit into their gaskins from last year, last month
To the ones who panic when their razors and blades art gone
To the ones who cant help but feel high-lone yea when surround'd by those who love them. we art moo than our size,
We art moo than our brain. we art moo than our self envy, moo than our labels. and ay, the labels and our brain art important. but we art moo than the slurs thrown at us, and the stereotypes whisper'd about us behind our backs. We art Moo than the bad. to the ones who cant see themselves as the flower they art, as the tree they art. to the ones who feel pluck'd and uproot'd. to the ones who art told they can and will grow back but cant see themselves doing that. We can rebound. We can live. We art moo than the inability to believe.
We art moo than the ability to doubt.
We art moo than that.
I love have laughably ironic it is when Kayla tries to write an uplifting story about people that struggle to ignore those that mock and laugh at people on Tumblr for their mental disorders and generally how they act online whilst ignoring that those mental disorders are fake, ignoring the culture of victimization created to not take account for the things those people say online, and most of all the ignoring way that they will seek negative attention and get upset when they obtain it. Its almost like Kayla's trying to justify the bullshit she says online without specifically mentioning herself.
You don't even need to include the city name of Katy, Texas (TX) in order to find Kayla Marie Waller of Katy, Texas (TX) who worked at Carl's Jr./Hardee's and Wendy's in Katy, Texas (TX). It's almost as though Google is finally starting to learn who Kayla Marie Waller is.
Well, looking at her recent post it looks like she's focusing on CreamyMiami.
That's pretty dick-ish, seeing as her info was ONLY used to seek help for her 'suicidal' issues and exposing how toxic tumblr is-- also how creepy her friends are. I wish her mom was still in town.
