That is terrible and heart breaking on so many levels
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
here's a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)
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I just…. there is so much wrong with this like THIS IS A SONG FOR PLUS SIZED POSITIVITY IN A WORLD WHERE THERE BASICALLY IS NONE and thin people STILL have to make it all about them and their feelings while girls are literally KILLING THEMSELVES out here to fit into a standard of beauty that should be considered arbitrary.
I just. I need to sit down a moment I am literally so mad.
I’m all about this song and the message it’s trying to convey, and I’m not offended by it in the least. I get down to it in my car every time it plays on the radio as I imagine women of all shapes, sizes, and colors partying together.
That being said, I am a skinny girl. A very skinny girl. I always have been. Basically everything about me is flat. I have no butt, or boobs, or sexy curves to speak of. And just because I’m skinny it doesn’t mean I’m happy with my body, in fact I’m usually never happy with it. I hardly ever feel beautiful, or pretty. So don’t just assume that just because a person is thin that they don’t have issues with their body too.
My question is though, in order to lift a specific group of people up, why does another group have to be pushed down?
the thing is that skinny girls are generally told that their body is a-ok while fat girls (fat people in general, but we’ll stick to girls) are told that they’re disgusting and need to change. like, almost every piece of media that is in existence is fat-negative, skinny positive. no one’s saying that you automatically think you’re amazing and perfect and beautiful just because you’re skinny. we’re just saying that its a lot harder to feel that way when you’re fat.
this was meant as less of a “fuck skinny people” and more of a “go fat people!”. she says “skinny bitches” in the same way that people say “fuck white people”. she’s not saying that skinny people are awful, she’s expressing discontentment with her oppressors
I’m bringing booty back
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that
No I’m just playing. I know you think you’re fat
But I’m here to tell ya
Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top
Right after she says skinny bitches, she goes acknowledges that even though they’re skinny, they might think negatively about their own bodies
She never actually shames skinny people
(At least, that’s how I see it)
the second one? i can buy that somewhat. the first one? breasts are sexual organs.
I SWEAR TO FUCK. NO. NO THEY ARE NOT. BREASTS ARE MEANT TO FEED BABIES. BREASTS ARE NOT MEANT FOR SEXUAL FUCKING PLEASURE. BREASTS SOLE EVOLUTIONARY PURPOSE ARE TO FEED THE YOUNG, NOT TO HUMOUR MEN IN BED.
So I kind of had a nervous breakdown this morning (yesterday, whatever) The emotions are still present I don’t know if I’m going to have another one I am just lost and scared and feeling trapped and kind of freaked out.
So I’m moving into a new apartment, and I was told that the room had been damaged, but nothing could have prepared me for the fact that someone had carved Li Shang’s head out of the bathroom door and written “We must defeat the Huns!” on it.
Guess they were getting down to business..
Imagine Harry and Ginny a few months into their marriage and they’re so happy and in love and then one day they go shopping for food and household items and Harry just casually grabs certain items before Ginny hisses at him to "Check the prices, Harry, God! That bed set is far too expensive, we’re not going to have anything left to get the food with!" And Harry starts to laugh and say "We don’t have to worry about -" and then he stops and he and Ginny look at each other. And Harry realizes that she’s grown up having to measure out all her money and decide what she can and cannot have for a certain week or month or year. And Ginny realizes that she is actually no longer obligated to worry about money ever again.
Imagine Harry and Ginny eating dinner together and Ginny’s telling him about certain meals her mum made and teasing him about how he wolfs everything down and "Honestly Harry, you’re worse than Ron!" and Harry retorts laughingly "well old habits die hard, I had to fight Dudley for meals all the time, you at least knew you were going to eat every day!" And Ginny’s grin starts to fade and she asks "You…you didn’t get to eat everyday?" And Harry realizes what he said and he changes the subject quickly and Ginny looks at the plates in front of him and resists the urge to pile on some more potatoes. And the next day Vernon Dursley’s car is egged.
Imagine Harry and Ginny both suffering from night terrors and PTSD and agreeing that maybe going to that therapist Hermione recommended isn’t such a bad idea, and that’s how Thursday night became Therapy Night when they go out to dinner or to the pub after each session and agree that they need to talk to some Healers about introducing these sessions since therapy is still widely seen as muggle nonsense in the wizarding world.
And Ginny murmurs over her fire whiskey that sometimes she can still hear Tom Riddle murmuring in her ear, and Harry whispers that he dreams about running after his mother and father and Sirius and Remus as they disappear behind the Veil in the Department of Mysteries and he doesn’t know if he wakes from terror or regret about not making it through. And they go back home and hold each other closer that night and both wake up with raging hangovers.
“SS Marie Antoinette. Out of control repair Droids, cannibalizing human beings. I know this is familiar, but I just can’t seem to place it. Sister Ship of the Madame De Pompadour. Nope, not getting it.”
The Every Occasion Card
ah yes, just the card i needed to send
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