On The Sixth Day God Created White Tank Top With No Bra And He Saw That It Was Good

early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind

new game plan called shield yourself at all times and never let anyone in . this will have no repercussions

i need everyone to know that community is what will save us all in every single way imaginable. you forming a bond with your neighbour or coworker might help them move house or feel less alone or have the courage to leave an unhealthy living environment. you helping a stranger might provide them with hope. in turn, being able to lean on your community in times of need will save you. your broader bonds with your community are the revolution we need. our society seeks to divide and separate us in so many ways but we are all so much more united in our struggles and joys than you are made to believe. we need to hold onto each other very tightly.

wearing my multitool on my carabiner tonight so if i hear a beautiful femme say "oh no the bartender forgot to open my bottle:(" i can say dont worry princess<3 and take the bottle fumble over it for ten minutes with my multitool smash it to pieces and walk away shaking and crying

El Paso, Texas

Seeing the moon through tree branches feels like … seeing pubes through lace underwear

the hunger I experience now that I have stopped starving myself is unmatched by any hunger I’ve felt, apart from perhaps when I was in my infancy. now that my body is learning to expect meals and snacks, nutrient-rich fuel at regular intervals throughout the day, it calls out so loudly to me, stopping me in the middle of my day, demanding sweet and salt and fat. braised chicken, bread with real butter, a whole banana, cookies, hard boiled eggs, chocolate cake, tinned fish, full fat yogurt with good olive oil. when I was starving, I never felt hungry like this — my body didn’t make a fuss, she didn’t complain. over the long periods of sustained starvation, of calling out to deaf ears, she had learned to stop reminding me, and to be grateful for what she got. now that I am eating normal, adult-sized portions on a daily basis, my body cries out and sings for more, knowing I’ve finally started listening again, and refusing to go without. I’m attentive. I stop what I’m doing to reassure her, and I have another cookie. I polish off the clamshell carton of fat, ripe strawberries, warm basmati rice with sesame seeds, roasted chicken thighs, quite literally anything and everything that I want. I’m more alert and awake lately — suddenly, I’ve gained hours in my day, suddenly there is room in my mind for creative thought, for art, contemplation, joy, introspection, everything in life that I didn’t know I was opting out of by simply not being fed and fueled enough to even consider engaging in. disordered eating is a sedative to the mind, body, and soul. I’m awake and I’m hungry and I’m eating everything

Western Sighthound Combined Specialties (WSCS) Best in Field Trophy Bowl (2009)

tiny death roll