In 1963, the Moscow-Washington hotline was installed to let the two countries talk quickly without the usual delay of diplomatic channels. To test the line, the first message sent was “THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPED OVER THE LAZY DOG’S BACK 1234567890.” It quite confused the English translators in Moscow!
hero: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO???
villain: *choking back tears* uh, yeah, i'm actually trying really hard here man
hero: *now looking uncomfortable* oh
Criminal William 👀
the grabbing hands always grab what they can
I cannot believe the amount of posts I'm seeing complaining about "wannarexics" not being the real deal are you seriously gatekeeping anorexia
TW: MEANSPO
i saw a meanspo post a little while ago that talked about how all that delicious, tempting food will inevitably become disgusting, greasy, yellow fat.
now i can’t look at the food i crave without seeing lumpy piles of oily fat.
i wanted to make a similar post to motivate myself.
pizza! a classic. warm, cheesy, comforting, and greasy. so greasy. that isn’t just pizza.
it’s fat. grease and cheese and bread makes yellow bubbles under your skin that swell until you’re back where you started.
ice cream tacos? i’ve never had one, but they look delicious. just look at all that sugar and chocolate and all those carbs. carbs.
carbs that soak into you and puff up your tummy, your thighs, your double chin, everything you’ve worked so hard to get rid of.
donuts! my weakness. a million flavors of crispy, soft, sweet.
just one of these babies has more calories than i typically eat in a day.
do you want pizza?
do you want an ice cream taco?
do you want a donut?
is this what you want?
that isn’t food. it’s fat.
nasty, gelatinous fat.
is this what you want?
because that’s what you’re eating every time you gorge on a high-calorie treat.
it’s never worth it.
it’s never worth sacrificing weeks of hard work for a moment or two of pleasure.
nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.
Food is fuel, nothing else.
You eat to stay alive, not to enjoy it.
Do you want to look delicate?
Do you want to look lovely in a dress? To have your bones visible? Do you want to always be the skinniest in the room and feel the looks of jealousy of your looks?
Maybe that's not what you want. Maybe what you really want is to be fat. To eat five slices of pizza and binge on the ice cream you got on the fridge just waiting for you.
Well the choice is your, really. But you know you can't have both.
person: you’re pretty cool!
me: oh my god prepare to be very disappointed