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we're not kids anymore.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@respectmythickness
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rainbow reflection on water
Oh my god
Finally, the gays have polluted the water supply
They’re turning the frogs gay
Reblog if you support gay water.
Girls get made fun of for everything might as well do what you want lol
not to be dramatic but this mentality literally freed me
1. It’s food.
2. It will probably turn into a late night drive.
3. Yes!
Late night drives + food is always dope.
Guidance counselour for me
Not for nothing, but in America, at least, there’s a strong trend of “unless you’re the BEST at it, you need to stop doing it.” Somewhere around 5th grade, kids get it into their heads that if they’re not some sort of art prodigy already, then pursuing it (and actually, y’know. Practicing and learning) is a foolish, childish notion.
The idea that someone could just do something for FUN? Not entertained.
if you say "nigga" and you not a nigga, you ugly.
This is for you white people.
You will never be black. Get over it.
IMPORTANT
SOMEBODY GIVE ROFUS A PIECE OF CHEESE SO HE CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP
He had it coming.
We real life thick out here. Not the proportionate thick or this fake ass slim thick either. We real thick thick, we chubs.
We jiggle.
We got rolls for days.
Some of us top heavy, some of us bottom heavy. We still unapologetically thick tho
Fupa’s and cellulite, binch
I approve post
Support real thickness
An I love all
Of it.
Real life thick ju heard
Real Talk..I love all of that @badgirlone00 32 years and I know where the stretch marks and all that comes with them came from. Stop checkn your jiggles & jangles woman..you’re right the way you are..and so are you other women out here. Fuck those dudes who cant handle a little or a lot extra of a woman !
❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘😘@thebademperor !! We women who are thick do have strong black men that love every damn part of our bodies💕💕32 years and still getting loving😌💕❤️
This is sooo adorable omg ❤️✨
respect our thickness
i just really hate jenna’s design
Rhapsody in Blue from Fantasia 2000 (dir. Eric Goldberg, 1999)
reblog the Don Draper of getting a job he’s unqualified for and you’ll have 10 years of getting jobs you’re unqualified for
No but my dad actually did this at McDonalds in the 70s!
So here’s a true story: my father, sometime in the 70s was looking for his first job. He went to the local McDonalds and told the staff, [manager’s name] said I was supposed to start today. They took his word for it and started training him and by the time the manager saw him and asked who he was, people just said “oh that’s the new guy.”
Somehow this actually worked. My dad worked there for a couple of years as a cook. He even won an award plaque which he had on the wall until the day he died.
Confidence Helps
Me, walking into FBI Headquarters:
“Name’s Burt Macklin, I work here now.”
“6 months from now I will be in a different situation.”
Speak it into existence.
A better situation
A healthier, more peaceful, positive situation.
the only thing i knew about sex at the age of nine was that
1) it was for mommies and daddies who were married;
2) it made me, my five year old sister, and my baby brother.
i learned everything i knew about sex from the internet while secretly browsing grownup sites on my 4th generation ipod touch i earned for doing so well at a piano recital. because of the nature of, you know, men and their internet porn, i learned that my sexual role as a woman was to be slapped and pissed on and tied up. i didn’t know what healthy sex was. i didn’t know it should be mutually consensual, or that it was okay to want sex with girls. i didn’t know that sex should be good for both people. i learned that sex would hurt, and that sex was about men and men only, and that i would be forced into sex whether i liked it or not, and that it was normal to have sex with big, burly, grown men as a teenager. i learned it was normal to cry during sex. i was scared of sex for so many years because of that, and the way i was exposed to sex at a young age led to the inappropriate and traumatic sexual encounters i had (occasionally with older people) later on in my teen years.
the day i got my first period, i was ten-and-a-half. i was swimming in the river with my best friend, and when i got out to go to the bathroom, i noticed brown blood on the inside of my mint-green tankini bottom. i knew what a period was, but i hid it from my mother in shame. she found out, eventually, of course. she told me, you have a woman’s body now, and if you have sex, you could have a baby. all i heard was, you have a woman’s body.
i started shaving my vulva when i was eleven, because i saw memes on memegenerator about how disgusting “hairy pussy” was. i wanted to be sexy. i was eleven years old, and all i wanted was to be sexy. it hurt, and it itched, and it made me uncomfortable, and i’d sometimes nick my labia with the razor, but i did it anyway, because i didn’t want to have a nasty, “hairy pussy.”
eleven was the age i first started getting pinched on the EL. i was an early bloomer: i had B-cup breasts already, and my menstrual cycle was regular enough that i could keep a calendar. i started wearing a full face of makeup to school and buying shorts that rode all the way up my skinny twelve-year-old thighs. i remember the day i stopped jumping off the swings the summer after fifth grade. skinned knees weren’t sexy. smooth, flawless legs were sexy, and i was a sexy girl. i was probably the sexiest little girl in the whole world. my parents hated it. they told me i was too young, but i knew the truth. my body was older, maybe 17 or 18, so my brain must be, too.
when i was twelve, i had a secret kik account that my parents didn’t know about. i used it to message strangers. i made all sorts of friends. i wasn’t stupid. i used a fake name. never showed my face. one of my friends asked me for a bra picture. i was a cool girl, right, i was sexy, so i sent him a picture of me in front of my bedroom mirror in my little white training bra with the blue butterflies.
sexy, he said.
that was all i wanted.
i’m not typing out all this bullshit because i think it’s something special. i’m typing it out because it’s not. i’m typing it out because i see the same thing happening to my little sister. i’m typing it out because i see the same thing happening to that little millie bobbie brown, sexiest actress at thirteen. i’m typing it out because i’m sixteen years old now, a girl in the eyes of the law and a woman in the eyes of men.
mothers, talk to your daughters. tell them to jump off the swingset and skin their knees. tell them to get dirt on their dresses. tell them that they’re a woman on their 18th birthday, not at ten-and-a-half on the first day of their menstrual cycle. the world is confused. the world is sick. if your daughters don’t hear about how to treat their bodies from you, they’ll hear it from the sick, sick world, and they’ll do the things i did.
let girls be girls.
don’t force womanhood on little girls.
i encourage men to reblog this post
why do jellyfish only sting when theres physical contact
why doesnt the electricity just surge throughout the entire ocean
why dont jellyfish rule the world
Fun fact! Jellyfish don’t use electricity to sting you. Whenever they feel pressure against their tentacles, it causes its cells to rapidly send out these stingers into your skin that then release its venom. Like this:
#science tumblr to save the day from inaccuracies
#THAT’S WORSE
They are called nematocysts. They are what make box jellies and other fun lil critters so dangerous, because without these wee little daggers, the venom would have no way to get into your skin. And yet something as thin as nylon stockings or pantyhose is enough to protect you, they are so small. So if you’re scared of jellyfish? Wear sexy sheer undergarments into the sea like the regal creature you are.
I’m going to reblog this again because that is some of the best advice I have ever gotten on this blog.
What if your giving a bj in the shower and he just starts shampooing and conditioning your hair
very polite
Multitasking
if you’re reading this
a lump sum of money is on the way to you
it happened today, damn that was like 3 days maybe?
It Works the money is on its way!
Need this.
I get paid at midnight tonight so I guess this will hold true
i lived, bitch
i laughed, bitch
i loved, bïtch
I ain’t never gunna stop loving you, bitch.
I won’t hesitate, bitch