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jocknoir: stormcloaca: lokiarrty: suckmypoppunk: unshaped: w...

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:25:52 -0700

stormcloaca:

lokiarrty:

suckmypoppunk:

unshaped:

wasn’t expecting this

but arent you glad it hapened

its ears ITS EARS ITS EARS ITS EARS

floomph

oh my god

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Thu, 16 May 2013 23:53:22 -0700

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Thu, 16 May 2013 23:29:54 -0700

encourage: Do you ever get in those moods when everything annoys you and you’re just so irritated...

Thu, 16 May 2013 14:25:02 -0700

encourage:

Do you ever get in those moods when everything annoys you and you’re just so irritated and nervous but you have no clue why, and you just want to punch a hole in the wall and then break down in tears?

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Thu, 16 May 2013 13:16:45 -0700

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Wed, 15 May 2013 17:17:25 -0700

the-absolute-best-posts: This post has been featured on a...

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:15:05 -0700

the-absolute-best-posts:

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

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Wed, 15 May 2013 17:13:56 -0700

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Wed, 15 May 2013 11:29:00 -0700

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Wed, 15 May 2013 11:28:02 -0700

whorville: I wish I had a pair of skinny genes

Wed, 15 May 2013 10:30:51 -0700

whorville:

I wish I had a pair of skinny genes

"1. I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’ I wonder why I cannot be both. He kisses me..."

Fri, 10 May 2013 14:18:42 -0700

“

1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

”

- Rachel Wiley (via howweknewit) Teared up a little bit. For all the Fat girls. And the not-fat girls. For the Girls. For everyone. (via cora-bora)

Number 9 is life.

(via murrchav)