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@twistalittle-closer
I’ve never been more proud to be British
Fuck chick-fil-a
me: i’m fine
internally: *the tunnel scene from willy wonka*
yall ever think abt how female body types have trends .. like how certain physical attributes on women can be in fashion … how we’re forced to live our life as a commodity. wack !
no offence but let yourself be ugly!! you don’t have to fix your hair if you’re not going anywhere you don’t have to cover up ur spots or change out of your lounge pants to go buy milk like damn we really gotta let ourselves be comfortable without constantly apologising for just looking normal and it’s hard but i think we need to practice looking in the mirror and saying i look ugly af today and that’s okay!! tru self care is letting urself be ugly tbh
I love this version of self-love because it’s much more feasible for people who are self-conscious. Like it takes years of powerful reconditioning to convince yourself that your flaws, like stretch marks or acne or cellulitis, are attractive. It’s basically impossible for most people.
But learning to say “so what, I’m ugly, there’s more to life” not only overwrites this narrative that we have to feel attractive in some way (which is bs) but also reroutes your actual attention to just, living, instead of examining, evaluating, and judging your appearance
Me @ me
Me every morning.
“We all want to be loved … to be happy. So why aren’t we? Because we’ve become experts at sabotaging our own happiness. Feeling like victims when in fact it’s the choices we make, the bad habits, the vices, the inability to show love and compassion. These are things that tear us down. We’re not victims. We’re assassins when it comes to love and happiness.”
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when you are SAD go to the THRIFT STORE and purchase FLORAL porcelain objects
Venezia Cruz
Me trying to make any kind of emotional progress.
if your sense of humor was not formed by a 3 minute nearly silent scene where lucille ball is so distracted by william holden she needs her spaghetti cut with scissors and then goes back for seconds…. don’t talk to me
my femme girlfriend: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
me: [throwing on shorts and a tank top] okay baby i love you and you look so pretty
My overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
My femme girlfriend: [throwing on a sundress and head scarf] okay baby I love you and you look so handsome
Me: [after spending 6 hours on my hair and makeup] Babe I’m ready to head out now
My femme wife: [who has also taken 6 hours] Okay babe I love you I’m ready and your highlight is poppin severely but you need to blend that contour in a little bit
Me: [fixing her eyebrows] I love you
my overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok love im ready to leave the house
my equally overdressed femme girlfriend: [also hour and a half later] okay baby i love you we’re both so pretty
Me: [10 minutes and a tank top later] ok babe let’s go
My equally lazy butch girlfriend: [also 10 minutes and a tank top later] I love you honey but we gotta stop taking each other’s tank tops
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