http://fullbodiedlovin.tumblr.com/post/98233791857/fatgirlopinions-miss-me-with-that-fatness-and

fatgirlopinions:

miss me with that “fatness and depression are linked” shit
you’re not gonna convince me that losing weight is gonna magically cure any mental illness
and no shit you have a higher chance of being depressed if you’re fat
have you NOTICED how fat people are treated, talked…

Both men and women should feel free to be sensitive. Both men and women should feel free to be strong. It is time we see gender as a spectrum, and not as two sets of opposing ideals. —Emma Watson, He For She Campaign (via ayelmano)

At night,
when the party is over,
we stumble home like drunken toddlers
stopping for milkshakes on the way.

You say
that we should stop by my house
instead of parting. I do not know your middle name

but I agree anyway. I do not know the day
you were born, or how you like your coffee.
I do not know how your skin tastes,
but I am willing to learn.

And then,
it is small talk on the sidewalk,
touching on my porch steps,
short breaths,
slight death.

And then, it is my bed,
and in the dark I can pretend you are
someone you aren’t. It is wet. I am shaking
trying to feel something
beyond my body. I do not feel small here.

I feel fear. I feel limbs bent back
by childhood debt. Death trap.
I feel flesh, blurred breath,

I feel forcing myself to moan
when you touch my breasts.
My friends say that this is the best
it gets. I feel lips against hips
and broken wrists.

And it’s over.

I put a sweater on. I ask you to leave.
And now I am drunk,
and pleading with a god - I do not know
where you were born. I do not know
if you know that I am more than
a pretty face and small hands and a waste
of precious space. I do not know
if I will see you again, or if I want to.

The milkshake is a puddle on my floor.
I hear the door slam
and your car pull out of my driveway.
I am alone again,
worried you did not think I was slim
enough, worried I am not tough,
worrying I will never be touched tenderly
by another man.

I pull out strands of my hair.
I wonder what parts of me
you have taken.

My Last 10 Kisses Have Felt The Same; Hannah Beth Ragland (via allmymetaphors)
I mention her name and the old pain returns. Forget her, you say? How can you forget a living human being? —Sholem Aleichem (via larmoyante)

ufocottoncandy:

“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”


Ellen Goodman

dualpaperbags:

paulmcfruity:

This Icelandic police force has the most adorable Instagram account 

Meet the Reykjavík Metropolitan Police, serving the capital of Iceland. By the looks of their incredible Instagram account, a normal day includes holding kittens, eating candy and wearing false mustaches.

There’s more where those came from | Follow micdotcom

For the record the Icelandic police are probably the best police force in the world, There has only been one instance where an officer shot and killed a civilian in the entire history of the country (which is nearly a hundred years) and everyone was completely devastated by it, the police especially — because, as made clear in their statements after the incident, they understand their function is to protect the people. Not to mention that their general police go unarmed except for special squads.

Let’s run through some more facts while we’re on the subject: Compared to 31,000+ shooting deaths in the US in 2009, Iceland had… 4, because they have very rigorous screening processes for gun permits. There is very little economic disparity between upper, middle and lower classes, and social welfare programs take care of their people. Drug use affects less than 1% of the population between 15 and 65 years old, and 90% of drug-related court cases are settled with a fine rather than jail time. Violent crime is virtually non-existent. [x]

Iceland is like if you took the entire idea of chill and personified it as an country, and this exemplifies that. 

iamdonald:

http://www.vice.com/en_ca/read/we-spoke-to-the-alaskan-woman-who-quit-her-news-anchor-job-on-live-tv-to-run-a-weed-dispensary-420

zultanmalik:

when the whole squad look fresh af 

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thatsnotwatyourmomsaid:

easily my favorite picture in the world

davidbyrne:

i love laughing about the friend zone because it’s so dumb like you know most of those dudes aren’t even IN the “friend zone” they’re in the “ugh god not this dude again” zone