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@sunshineandcinnamon
i could really make use of a massage, an orgasm, hard apple cider & a check for $300,000
went on a dead person’s twitter and i guess they had that horoscope app installed that automatically tweets your horoscope for you at set intervals because after their final tweet there’s just pages upon pages, years worth of these horoscope tweets droning on in silence. it’s really dark in a way i can’t properly articulate, like a phone receiver off-hook tone echoing through an empty house.
you do not need to constantly justify yourself. go ahead. eat pancakes. eat a ton at dinner. eat ice cream sundaes at 1am. take a rest day. take six rest days. sleep in. watch a movie. watch ten movies. no explanations needed. you’re allowed to be kind to yourself.
The reality of Instagram Modeling
This is important.
Bless this post
I really need stuff like this
This is why using Instagram models and pictures from magazines are not good ideas.
-FemaleWarrior
reminder to be fucking kind to kids, it does not matter whether you are a kid person or not, always be fucking kind to a child. They bump into you? smile and say ‘sorry hon’, they’re knocking your seat? Just ask them kindly to stop!!! You don’t have to be a dick to kids!! Children are still growing and rationalising the world around them, if you are a dick to kids, they don’t understand that you’ve had a tough day, they don’t understand that you’ve just been yelled at by your boss, all they understand is that they are a problem, they’ve done something wrong. In their minds adults are the authority, we are the people they look up to, they think we’ve got everything together. You yell at them and they internalise that shit!! They go about their day all bubbly then stop in the middle of joking with friends, remember you yelling at them and go off in a corner and cry. Don’t be a dick to kids, you don’t have to like them but fucking tolerate them and be decent.
this gets funnier with each passing year
When I think about all of the other things I’ve lost to my eating disorder, weight suddenly seems so insignificant.
ppl: your eating habits are so quirky!
me: thanks I have a debilitating eating disorder
me: how many calories in-
google: how are you not tired of asking me this every 2 minutes
Taylor after she sang Come Back Be Here in Toronto, Ontario (August 4, 2018)
#when will she stop underestimating her bonus tracks
i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me
This is the america they don’t want you to see
i love america
This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry
*group of people having fun* this site: wtf this is so scary
People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say.
Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture:
Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.
Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.
The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.”
Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”
The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)
It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.”
We’re not even gonna mention FEMA’s Waffle House Index where they determine how bad a natural disaster is by calling the local Waffle House to see if they’re open?
that last bit isn’t a joke
I think it is brave and also very sexy of me to continue living
so there i am, depression all over my titties