I wanna braid exotic birds in your hair

jetgreguar:

still my favorite fucking thing

jetgreguar:

still my favorite fucking thing


"

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

"  - Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)


lyssalovescookies:

flailmorpho:

wastelandbabe:

lowbutt:

MY SCIENCE TEACHER CAUGHT THE TABLE ON FIRE AND HES JUST STARING AT IT

I LOVE SCIENCE TEACHERS

I’M SORRY BUT HOW BADLY DID HE FUCK UP READING HIS CALIPER?


#my environmental science teacher was demonstrating how pumice can float#so she just went around the room dropping them into people’s water bottles#but one of them didn’t float#so then she lit a match and dropped it into the bottle#and it blew up#that’s how we found out that the kid was drinking alcohol at school x

lyssalovescookies:

flailmorpho:

wastelandbabe:

lowbutt:

MY SCIENCE TEACHER CAUGHT THE TABLE ON FIRE AND HES JUST STARING AT IT

I LOVE SCIENCE TEACHERS

I’M SORRY BUT HOW BADLY DID HE FUCK UP READING HIS CALIPER?


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bennyslegs:

please love celebrities without invading their privacy please love them as people and respect them please love them but don’t feel entitled to them or their life they are not yours they are theirs




Oh, don’t talk to me about balloons. Balloons explode, Jen. They explode suddenly and unexpectedly. They are filled with the capacity to give me a little fright and I find that unbearable.


numbedcas:

Cross out everything you’ve ever done:

  • Had a beer
  • Smoked an entire cigarette
  • Done drugs
  • Written on a bathroom wall
  • Read a George Orwell book. 
  • Had a physical fight. 
  • Used Twitter.
  • Listened to Lady Gaga
  • Been in a car accident.
  • Gotten suspended. 
  • Gotten expelled.
  • Been allergic to something.
  • Got a computer virus.
  • Shot a real gun.
  • Had a dog.
  • Had a cat
  • Been pregnant.
  • Camped out
  • Swam in the ocean.
  • Wore a bikini
  • Driven a car
  • Been sent to the principal.
  • Ever liked someone.
  • Failed a class.
  • Failing a class
  • Failed a test.
  • Went to summer school.
  • Got worse than a D
  • Got A’s and B’s.
  • Read an entire book.
  • Recorded my own music.
  • Had an xbox.
  • Worn heels more than 3 days in a row. 
  • Wore fishnets.
  • Wore skinny jeans.
  • Hated someone.
  • Been cheated on.
  • Cheated on someone.
  • Practiced Christianity/Catholicism.
  • Worn makeup.
  • Lied to my parents about where I was going.
  • Had surgery.
  • Had my license.
  • Attempted suicide.
  • Self harmed.
  • Worn coloured contacts.
  • Painted my nails black.
  • Broken someone’s heart.
  • Had my heart broken.
  • Cried for an hour straight 
  • Lost something very valuable.
  • Got separated from one of my parents as a kid.
  • Broken a bone.
  • Gotten stung by a bee.
  • Eaten something bad/expired.
  • Threw up from being so drunk.
  • Saw someone throw up from being so drunk.
  • Danced with someone of the same sex.
  • Owned an ipod
  • Owned an iphone.
  • Fell for a best friend.
  • Stole a friend’s significant other.
  • Went far away from home for more than a week.
  • Moved out.
  • Ran away.
  • Had a job.
  • Been fired.
  • Lied to a friend.
  • Lied to a family member.
  • Had a Facebook.
  • Posted a video on Youtube.
  • Started a rumor about someone.
  • Talked bad about someone
  • Deliberately failed a test.
  • Been skinny dipping.
  • Counted to a million.
  • Counted to a thousand.
  • Ate rabbit meat.
  • Ate duck meat.
  • Had fast food.
  • Been to Church.
  • Been to Canada.
  • Been married.
  • Had a divorce.
  • Broke a glass
  • Hugged someone today.
  • Texted someone today.
  • Received a phone call today.
  • Threw something out of the window.
  • Ignored a text from someone on purpose.
  • Wished you were somebody else.
  • Had my feelings hurt by a friend and never told them.
  • Been to a concert
  • Seen your favourite band live
  • Met a celebrity 
  • Met your favourite band 
  • Own more than 10 CD’s

Via


kylesimmonsstache:

bastealinghearts:

Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.

LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART

"REGULAR" ART

FANART

OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL

JESUS CHRIST

TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????

FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA

LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL

MOTHERFUCKING EMBROIDERY?!!!!!!?!?!!?!!?

THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE

OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT

JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE

THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING

LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS
NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT

FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING

HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?

kylesimmonsstache:

bastealinghearts:

Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.

LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART

image

"REGULAR" ART

image

FANART

image

OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL

image

JESUS CHRIST

image

TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????

image

FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA

image

LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL

image

MOTHERFUCKING EMBROIDERY?!!!!!!?!?!!?!!?

image

THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE

image

OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT

image

JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE

image

THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING

image

LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS

NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

image

ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT

image

FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING

image

HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?


emilylouiserichardson:

The last picture is the face of fear.