Quotes By Meow 2

Author: Meow

Quotes By Meow AKA A Kind Loving Empathetic Shy Human Being

1. “Of course everyone else’s opinion matters… as long as it agrees with mine.”
2. “You’re lucky I even noticed you.”
3. “I didn’t make a mistake. I just saw things differently than everyone else.”
4. “If you think you’re as important as me, you’re dreaming.”
5. “I don’t compete; I set the standard.”

– Said by Admin and Old Mother Hubbard: “Yes, Meow is our favourite commentator. Meow is superior, better, glorious, kind, appreciative, nice, truthful, trustworthy, and humble in every way. Listen to Meow and you’ll learn a lot.”

A Poem “A Human Devoid Of Flaws”

“Her beautiful long hair shined
her skin looked baby-smooth
but her eyes were so soulless
she looks in her mirror
she cries, wondering how oneself could be so devoid of flaws
most people chase perfection
she chases flaws
all those compliments, stares, jealous people

then she goes for a walk, trying to clear her mind
when suddenly, she sees one of her old enemies
but they’re fat and ugly now
she suddenly starts laughing manically, realising karma is real

The End…”

Yes, I’ve been through more than all of you here, and yet here I am, basking in all my glory.

I love you all and you all love me. But I’m sorry to say the truth; I’m superior to all of you (aside from Admin, I guess). The only ones who even DARE to be a marginally teeny tiny bit closer to my superior level are those who are of higher intellect and brain power to understand that supporting, worshipping, and praising me is very beneficial and the right choice.

“Be kind and humble like Meow.” – Something I’ve said before.

You can try and be flawless and humble like me, but you’ll never reach MY level of perfection, I’m sorry. What you can do is be kind like me; say “thank you,” “please,” etc. I have an extremely rare sleep disorder with a rarity of 0.00001% in non-blind people. It’s much more common in blind folks, but I’m not blind. It’s basically a blessing and a curse at the same time. It’s like gods way of making me have one very unique flaw, but technically it isn’t even a flaw. Ask me what the name is and I’ll tell you. So I’m up at night and calmly resting in my bed, awaiting my sleepiness to turn upon me. I once pierced my ears with a needle. It got warm, red, swollen, and painful. But I didn’t get sepsis. Why? Because even my body knows its owners brilliance. I actually pulled the earrings out and it hurt a lot; but thankfully I have some mediocre masochistic tendencies, which made the pain a little easier. One time I had pain so bad I almost vomited and fainted… but I, the glorious being, did not do either. I got through it with no painkillers. No other people. Just me alone with agony. Why? Because I’m not a pussy. When I’m sad, I laugh. Maybe call a few people “cunts” in my head. Crying is something I only do when I’ve reached peak happiness. Yes. At one point I tried learning Spanish. Went through with it for a few weeks or so, but eventually stopped. I know a few things now. Well, one time when I was in a house, I swear I saw a ghost. I was just at the bottom of the stairs standing casually, my brilliance radiating like usual, when suddenly I saw a ghostly figure passing through the walls for a brief second. One time I dreamt a black widow was on me. I woke up SCARED and had a sensation of a spider crawling on my chest; I instantly reacted and tried to get it off, only to realise there was no spider. Although you may think I’m immature or mean, I’m not. I am actually very soft-spoken and kind. I help stray cats and treat them with love, kindness, respect, and I admire them for their bravery and strength. I even use a baby voice around animals, especially cats. I’ve been told at times that I sound like a chipmunk when using a baby voice. I always wear pink because I’m sweet. It’s hard (maybe impossible) to write about long poems without mentioning this poem by Walt Whitman. It contains famous quotations such as “I am large, I contain multitudes” and “These are the days that must happen to you” and so many more. While these iconic sayings are short, the poem is 1,349 lines in total. Long poems are traditionally poems that tell stories. But Whitman breaks with tradition. Instead, he uses his conversational, stream of consciousness style to ruminate on the ideas of self, identity, and nature. Long, epic poems celebrate a hero who stands out from the rest of a community. But in his poem, Whitman asserts the importance of the common person. He highlights the significant and heroism that exists inside every individual just by existing. He is my hero. “What does the pink color represent? Pink has long been associated with various symbolic meanings throughout history and across cultures. It has traditionally been linked with femininity, tenderness, and nurturing qualities. The delicate shade of pink is reminiscent of flowers in bloom, representing youthfulness, innocence, and affection.” This is exactly why I have naturally rosy cheeks. I’m the definition of those words. My favourite food is raw meat and pink cupcakes. A poem I really enjoyed reading: “Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and scent
Of those vague odours come and go
The way our kisses went.
Night gave this priceless hour of love,
But now the dawn steals in apace,
And amorously bends above
The wonder of your face.
“Farewell” between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair.” BTW I prefer sweet-scented products and perfumes. Vanilla, sprinkles, cake, ETC. And since my aesthetic is cute and I’m cute, I’m not arrogant.

Thank you for reading. If you reply or have any questions, make sure your tone is kind, humble, respectful, and that you are understanding of my superiority. I’d appreciate if you also add in some praise for me; but that’s optional, because I’m not arrogant.