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100 Years of Kitten Beauty
Just what everyone needs, an immortal, ageless kitten.
gonna be cringe and acknowledge harry potter on main for a second just to say that the reaction to cedric diggoryâs death in the goblet of fire is one of the most heartbreakingly tragic death scenes iâve ever watched in a film
the horrible dramatic irony you experience as an audience when harry returns with his body and everyone starts clapping and cheering, blissfully unaware of the absolute nightmare heâs just been through? the sudden mood whiplash when fleur screams in horror and the upbeat band music falters and stops? the horrified silence that follows, broken only by harryâs choked sobbing and amos diggoryâs agonised screams of âTHATâS MY SON! THATâS MY BOY!â ? harry clinging desperately to cedricâs corpse when they try to pull him away?
The reality of Instagram Modeling
This is important.
Bless this post
I really need stuff like this
shoutout to models who navigate such a difficult field while learning enough about its problems to then expose it for the rest of us. thatâs pretty punk rock of them.
THIS IS SO INSPIRATIONAL I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES
NICKI IS MY HEART
I love this so much. I like to think about this shit when Iâm sad.
I love this bc Nikki isnât saying that Piper is like, a special snowflake and sheâs gonna change the world but sheâs saying âYou make me laugh sometimes, I enjoy your company and thatâs fucking important, okay?â Bc like telling suicidal people that there is so much out there for them and their lives are going to be AMAZING isnât effective and can make them resent you for making such a grand statement. Like all you can hope for in life is to make someone smile, AND THATâS ENOUGH. I love this.
gonna be talking about food and why itâs fucked my life up. heads up TW i guess,maybe??
man im just so fucking tired
im so tired of having myfitnesspal as my most used app with literally hours and hours of my day spent meticulously changing and calculating and restricting and obsessing and feeling guilty over what im going to eat later that day or the next day or in a weeks time so if i go to McDonaldâs with my mum as a cheat its still actually âokayâ and fits my macros i just wanna fucking LIVE. i spend hours making shopping lists i donât buy, looking up restaurant nutritional information to places Iâve never been or probably will go, dream about one day having enough carbs left to have a cookie at Starbucks without having to have salad for dinner later, i just want a fucking cookie, and they look nice, i really want a cookie, fuck i havenât had one in months, maybe a year. im actively trying to change and ive been to doctors and speak to my parents but im mostly alone in whatever this is because im about to move away so doctors wonât refer me, and my parents donât quite know what to do with me, and i donât blame them. i just want to eat a meal thatâs made for me with love and unknown amounts of olive oil that i canât and shouldnât care about controlling. i know i need to eat more, i was practically fucking keto without realising but i wasnât eating enough fat so i was literally just starving. cause thatâs what this is, itâs not restriction and macro obsessing and being in a âfucking massiveâ as ive discovered calorie deficit for over 9 months, im fucking hungry. my instagram is filled with food blogs and pictures and my facebook adverts are for spinach pasta. im hungry. im sad and im guilty for eating what my body needs, wants and desires even though i havenât even eaten it, just tracked it and freaked out so had a protein thin instead of normal bread, just normal things. my doctor said that as a powerlifter, eating and obsessions are normal for weight restrictive sports like mine and isnât related to my actual OCD diagnosis or even my bipolar which ive dealt with for years. to her, my obsessive hair pulling to the point i had to shave my head three years ago and the fact that i pour myself water five times just to have one glass has nothing to do with my obsession with my food scales and tracking and guilt over fucking everything to do with my body. i know i look good. i worked for my body, not necessarily in the kitchen as such but in the gym im my happiest, i couldnât give it up for anything, which scares me too. im terrified of giving myself breaks and i left family visits just to keep up my gym day streaks and feel guilty for taking rest days when my body is screaming for them. im actively trying to, not gain weight, but refeed, and allow my metabolism to ACTUALLY WORK so i can eventually focus on eating what i really want. reverse dieting, essentially. itâs slow and i just want to eat a fucking banana. i donât even know if i like banana, but i want one. im still scared to reach near my carb goals, and my calories are increasing by 50 every week or so, if not faster because im impatient, yet terrified. supposed to get up to 120 carbs. scared to reach 115, was almost at 117 for tomorrow and then restricted myself instead because i know ill end up eating something random in tiny quantities which will take up those 5 grams. itâs so stupid. I should be eating fucking almost twice that yet im still restricting and obsessing because i donât want my body to freak out and gain weight all of a sudden, even though I know it has to happen. i was up .2kg on the scale this morning, and it fucked my whole day up. im still under 63, im still in my weight class to lift, itâs all okay. BUT IM NOT EVEN FUCKING COMPETING RIGHT NOW! this shouldnât matter at all!!!! why am i so obsessed? i just want to eat. i want granola, i want to have normal dominos pizza, my old McDonaldâs order, go out for a scone with my mum, have a celebratory meal for hopefully passing my a levels next week and not fucking look up everything before hand and convince myself i want that salad that would be so much better if it wasnât a salad and was actually a pizza. tired.
also im really fucking physically drained as well as mentally
ive started my rant might as well give the full picture now fucks sake
like im literally exhausted from the moment i wake up, im seeing spots and my vision is worse, i lose hair really easily and i get really fatigued quickly which despite this i still get five-six days of very heavy lifting in but im shattered after. im irritable as shit which is worse because of my bipolar but the anger is just amplified by this overwhelming sense of âhangryâ thatâs constantly looming around me. im on fuck tons of vitamins and supplements to make sure my body can function which even with them doesnât feel it work right a lot of the time. i have hypothalamic amenorrhea and am anemic as well, my body is literally breaking. yet im still punishing myself, every minute of the day. i focus on nothing else, my hobbies are centred around fitness and i donât know how to love anything but that. im so fuckin tiIREEEED man i canât even begin to explain the affect this has had on my relationships and friendships and my family itâs just unfair to everyone. absolutely everyone, including me i guess. fuck you mind you bitch, my body needs food and fuck you sheâll get it. not right now, but sheâll get it soon, and when she feels better so will you, i really really hope i feel better soon.
I got to marry my wife, and our pupper was our flower girl. 2.5 years ago this wasnât possible, as it wasnât legal in Australia. It rained our whole wedding day, but was so worth it in the end with our phenomenal photographer.
op this looks absolutely magical
I forgot homophobia was a thing and i spent about 5 seconds wondering why it was ever illegal to have a dog as a flower girl
GOD LITERALLY in the early 2000s ppl were so self conscious about their fat asses literally everyone just wanted to have no butt and literally 10 yrs later if u have a flat ass you might as well wear a paper bag over your whole fucking body and it well & truly sucks that womens bodies go in and out of fashion like this like tf are we supposed to do? spend all our time obsessing over the minutiae of our physiques? get plastic surgery every 5-10 yrs to make sure our bodies can keep up & b warped with the trends of objectification? like what the fuck do you want from women ?Â
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Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.
It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.
no white gay boy will ever reblog this, watch:
no white gay will reblog this
no white lgb person will reblog this
Without Stonewall, without the efforts of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the LGBTQ Community wouldnât be where it is today. Donât forget the roots, donât forget the catalyst.
and then TERFs wanna be like, âhmm well the LGBT community existed before Stonewall!â
but likeâŠBecky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. Weâve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?
The same fuckers who wonât ever reblog or acknowledge this
My apologies to the original poster as I photo captured this post to add to the thread-I reposted this last year for pride and expect to repost it every year I have left-itâs our history people.
Remember where it all started.
gonna be talking about food and why itâs fucked my life up. heads up TW i guess,maybe??
man im just so fucking tired
im so tired of having myfitnesspal as my most used app with literally hours and hours of my day spent meticulously changing and calculating and restricting and obsessing and feeling guilty over what im going to eat later that day or the next day or in a weeks time so if i go to McDonaldâs with my mum as a cheat its still actually âokayâ and fits my macros i just wanna fucking LIVE. i spend hours making shopping lists i donât buy, looking up restaurant nutritional information to places Iâve never been or probably will go, dream about one day having enough carbs left to have a cookie at Starbucks without having to have salad for dinner later, i just want a fucking cookie, and they look nice, i really want a cookie, fuck i havenât had one in months, maybe a year. im actively trying to change and ive been to doctors and speak to my parents but im mostly alone in whatever this is because im about to move away so doctors wonât refer me, and my parents donât quite know what to do with me, and i donât blame them. i just want to eat a meal thatâs made for me with love and unknown amounts of olive oil that i canât and shouldnât care about controlling. i know i need to eat more, i was practically fucking keto without realising but i wasnât eating enough fat so i was literally just starving. cause thatâs what this is, itâs not restriction and macro obsessing and being in a âfucking massiveâ as ive discovered calorie deficit for over 9 months, im fucking hungry. my instagram is filled with food blogs and pictures and my facebook adverts are for spinach pasta. im hungry. im sad and im guilty for eating what my body needs, wants and desires even though i havenât even eaten it, just tracked it and freaked out so had a protein thin instead of normal bread, just normal things. my doctor said that as a powerlifter, eating and obsessions are normal for weight restrictive sports like mine and isnât related to my actual OCD diagnosis or even my bipolar which ive dealt with for years. to her, my obsessive hair pulling to the point i had to shave my head three years ago and the fact that i pour myself water five times just to have one glass has nothing to do with my obsession with my food scales and tracking and guilt over fucking everything to do with my body. i know i look good. i worked for my body, not necessarily in the kitchen as such but in the gym im my happiest, i couldnât give it up for anything, which scares me too. im terrified of giving myself breaks and i left family visits just to keep up my gym day streaks and feel guilty for taking rest days when my body is screaming for them. im actively trying to, not gain weight, but refeed, and allow my metabolism to ACTUALLY WORK so i can eventually focus on eating what i really want. reverse dieting, essentially. itâs slow and i just want to eat a fucking banana. i donât even know if i like banana, but i want one. im still scared to reach near my carb goals, and my calories are increasing by 50 every week or so, if not faster because im impatient, yet terrified. supposed to get up to 120 carbs. scared to reach 115, was almost at 117 for tomorrow and then restricted myself instead because i know ill end up eating something random in tiny quantities which will take up those 5 grams. itâs so stupid. I should be eating fucking almost twice that yet im still restricting and obsessing because i donât want my body to freak out and gain weight all of a sudden, even though I know it has to happen. i was up .2kg on the scale this morning, and it fucked my whole day up. im still under 63, im still in my weight class to lift, itâs all okay. BUT IM NOT EVEN FUCKING COMPETING RIGHT NOW! this shouldnât matter at all!!!! why am i so obsessed? i just want to eat. i want granola, i want to have normal dominos pizza, my old McDonaldâs order, go out for a scone with my mum, have a celebratory meal for hopefully passing my a levels next week and not fucking look up everything before hand and convince myself i want that salad that would be so much better if it wasnât a salad and was actually a pizza. tired.
the clock: hits 2 am
gays logging onto tumglr to post abt tenderness tenderness yearning hands fingertips touching the insides of wrists the soft skin on the inside of a loverâs left elbow:
I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. Iâll always say âI was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?â when somebody walks in. Thereâs lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, Iâll remind them that the futon is always open, and Iâm making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. Thereâs champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while theyâre here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and itâs for you. I want to be able to say âif youâre ever in trouble, come to me.â
I want this too, damnit
I,,,, want that
me, doing absolutely anything: imagine if i was doing this but i was in love
physically im in my bedroom but mentally im on an island in greece singing abbaÂ
when my horoscope seems optimistic, the fortune cookie from my takeout says to âexpect good thingsâ, and iâve reblogged 3 âgood luck postsâ but iâm still not living in a cottage in the woods with my beautiful wife and 3 goats:
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