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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Peter Solarz
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Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies

shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON

JBB: An Artblog!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@golden--trash
Mom
Jan 16 2025
I used to hate a lot of who I am. I’d hear an echo in my head of my mother and sisters commenting on their own bodies.
“I shouldn’t eat that”
*pinches tummy*
“Im embarrassed of the way my veins pop out my hands”
But a moment later, a stranger would tell me, “you look just like them!”
They meant it as a compliment. But does that mean I’m supposed to hate my body, too?
Around 5 years old, I was laying in a church pew with my mom and Angela. I held my mom’s hand. I used to trace her veins with my fingers pretending they were race cars and she was the track. I thought it was magical to have such powerful veins that stuck out so boldly and strong. She prayed that they would lie flat. I prayed mine would look just like hers.
Now I’m older. But I haven’t followed in my mother’s footsteps. While they may look the same, my view is rather different. I look at my stretch marks and am reminded of the waves of the ocean. I’m powerful like a tide. I see grey hairs. I am wise and lucky enough to have lived this long. Someday I’ll have a pooch stomach and think I am magical and created a life inside of me.
I think my two oldest sisters have a hard time forgiving my mom. But I think it’s because they haven’t forgiven themselves. They still look at their body with hatred. And my mother’s body mirrors it.
It’s hard to forgive something you want to rid of.
It’s not my mother’s fault. She’s beautiful and magical and so so strong. But where I see beauty, they sometimes see flaws.
saying “be safe” like a spell that’ll protect them
love everyone in the tags saying “it is” you’re right
Don’t confuse my hatred of the hyperwealthy for jealousy over what they have. I don’t want a six figure sports car, or a 40 room mansion, or a gold leaf truffle wagyu steak dinner. I want redistribution of wealth that allows for infrastructural support of all citizens’ basic survival needs.
You either know a lesbian in a long distance relationship, or you are that lesbian.
How dare you make a comment better than my original post
Bill Nye for most of his career: Imma do science for kids. Science without politics. Nice, tame science for the kiddos.
Bill Nye now:
“When one woman puts her experiences into words, another woman who has kept silent, afraid of what others will think, can find validation. And when the second woman says aloud, ‘yes, that was my experience too,’ the first woman loses some of her fear.”
— Carol Christ (via wombspace)
Local white man in your class has selflessly volunteered to be devils advocate in an argument no one was having
Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people.
I want this on a bumper sticker
You can’t expect yourself to go from a negative mentality to a positive one overnight, but every time you correct a bad thought you are growing! So focus on your growth, not the fact that you aren’t “there” yet.
*therapist voice* you are stupid and gay
Say it again.
IMPORTANT
This Aries season….girl we feeling things….things are being felt