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nearly the end of april.. you know what that means
this is an advanced joke
im going to the forest does anybody want anything?
pined cone
goin to sleep after that GOOD. NUT.
Is that Seth Everman?
One of them
excuse me tumblr user facadehe what does that mean please answer i am worried and scared thank you
oh yeah and this is a really bad post
“I’ve been signing this signature since grade school!”
Libertarianism has taken a human form.
has this guy ever considered a career in professional wrestling
Active ways to cultivate positive body image:
(Because oh my god, it’s so hard, and everyone’s all like stop feeling so bad about yourself and it’s like how???)
Be naked. A lot. Sleep naked. Have sex naked. Eat cereal naked. (Or naked and wrapped in a sheet. Favorite thing.)
Follow beautiful, confident, (un-photoshopped) body-positive babes on the Internet. Unfollow anything that makes you feel insecure. Exposure is key. You’re not going to get it if you don’t seek it out, because the media sucks and wants us to feel like shit about ourselves so they can take our money. (Some hashtags to follow: #effyourbeautystandards #bootyrevolution #blackisbeautiful #transisbeautiful #wheelchairlife #fatkini #fatshion)
Lingerie. Next best thing to being naked.
Self care, babe. Different for everyone. (Me? Showers, books, shaving my legs, nature walks, dark lipstick, good playlists, clean rooms, candles, sexy time.)
Get ready in your underwear. Boobs = happiness.
Self portraits. Be pro-selfie. Take a million selfies. Take sexy selfies. Take no makeup selfies. Take bad angle silly selfies. Take artsy tripod selfies. Take everything-is-on-point selfies. You’re gorgeous; document your gorgeousness. You don’t even need to post them.
Stop with the self deprecationnnnn. Pleeeeaseeee. It’s hard to control your thoughts love, I know, but you can control what you say. NEVER insult yourself out loud. Dare I say compliment yourself out loud? (And if you can, do your best to try to body-positive-ify your thoughts too.)
Sex (including solo sexy time), wine, and chocolate. In that order.
Share the body love. Compliment your girlfriends. Cultivate a nonjudgemental, supportive, lift-each-other-up “we’re so cute” friend group. Everyone’s insecure. Compliment your besties. And strangers, too. Be that person that makes everyone feel good about themselves when they’re around.
Good luck gorgeous. It’s a battle. We gotta unlearn all this societal bullshit.
Reblogging cuz this is vital. Especially the point on self-deprecation. Stop that shit now. It is a glamour-don’t, a welcome sign for fuck ass ppl.
He won’t
+10 armor +20 frost resistance -10 speed
Yesterday i lost my glasses. And decided to document my frustration until……… I really wish this was planned, but i gotta admit, I took a big L.
“[defeated tone] So… I have…. lost my glasses. And I’m afraid to leave my bed because I can’t see… and I fear I might step on my glasses. So I’m sitting here with my bee pillow pet… and I don’t know what to do.
I need to get up. I wanna get food. I gotta exfoliate and moisturize, cause my skin looking atrocious right now.
What if… [deep breath] What if I die here, y’all? Would anyone even miss me?Like, really?
I want Enrique Iglesias to come save me. Like, the ceiling opens up and like, he comes down from like, a heavenly cloud with my glasses, and he’s singing. [imitating Enrique Iglesias] ‘Would you dance? If I asked you to dance? I will be your hero baby!’ And I just take my glasses and I’m like ‘Thanks yo! Put a shirt on homie!’
But life, life don’t work… life… [prolonged silence]
[camera zooms in on glasses]
[long silence; light chuckle] Enrique…”
This should win an Oscar
insects bug me
Have you ever thought about how it should be unlikely that something as trivial as measurements are the same everywhere in the Star Wars universe? We don’t even manage to do that on one planet. Like Rey, not remembering anything but Jakku- she measures wealth in food portions. She probably measures water in canteens- and distance? Time? Her sense of time would be completely off as soon as she gets on a planet that is considerably smaller/larger than Jakku. Finn is very precise, he learned it in the First Order, everything has to be excact. But they may also have come up with ways of measuring things that are different than those employed by the Republic, just out of spite. So a conversation I can imagine happening all too often would be
Poe: Hey, can you pour me some of the stew? Finn: Sure, how much? Poe: Maybe 2 parcan. Finn: … what? Poe: 2 parcan! Rey: You mean 2 portions? Poe:….noo? Finn: WTF is a parcan? Poe: How do you measure stew, then? How much would that be? *points to Finn’s bowl* Finn: Maybe around 10. Rey: 10 what? Finn: Just… 10! Poe: … okay. Rey? Rey: Don’t ask me, I never even HAD stew. Poe:… then what would you call this? Rey: Food. Finn: I think he means the amount. Rey: A day’s worth? Poe: No, like, if you measured it? What is it? Rey: A lot! Poe: -.-
these poor souls
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