What to eat? When to eat? How much to eat? Don’t eat too much. Don’t eat at all. I’m hungry. I’m not hungry. How much do I weigh? I’m fat. I’m getting fatter. Constantly getting fatter. I hate myself. Do I binge? Do I purge? Do I need to be punished for eating? WHY THE FUCK AM I SO MESSED UP?!?!?!
4 lbs
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47 pounds (ugw 95)
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10 / 15 kg
60
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56 pounds
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48 pounds
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11 kg
15-25lbs for now
19kg
I don’t want this disgusting tan. I want pretty pale skin.
I don’t want a disgusting round face. I want pretty defined cheekbones.
I don’t want these disgusting saggy arms. I want nice lean muscle and bony limbs.
I don’t want this disgusting softeness in my stomach. I want a cute flat belly and jutting hipbones.
I don’t want this disgusting fat.
Look at yourself. Disgusting. You don’t even need a winter jacket to look fucking obese. Think of how you could have looked if you had some damn self control. You would be as light as the snowflakes falling from the sky, and glide like an angel. But you fucked that up, didn’t you, you fat piece of shit? You better reach your goal weight before the snow melts, or you’re gonna be fat when everyone starts wearing shorts and tank tops again. Don’t disappoint me again.
What if oxygen is poisonous and it just takes 75-100 years to kill us?
My science teacher said he thinks that’s true actually
Yeah this is actually pretty much exactly what is going on. It’s why anti-oxidants are such a big deal. Bonus fact: oxygen oxidizes stuff in your cells or, in other words, it’s not toxic, just setting you on fire very very slowly.
What if there are aliens out there but they subsist on entirely different substances and they’re just scared as shit of us and our crazy ass hell planet? Once in a while some alien anthropologist type suggests checking out the people on this inhabited planet out towards the galaxy’s edge. The other aliens just look at the naive academic with horror. No!! We do not go to that world. That is where the DEATH BREATHERS live. They recreationally consume poisons and are more or less composed of biological fire. Their atmosphere is made of rocket fuel. We must leave the DEATH BREATHERS in peace. Do not go there. Do not.
I tend to always reblog posts about humans being terrifying weirdos to aliens.
okay but…that is actually what went down on earth about 2.5 billion years ago.
Earth was doing just fine with a mostly nitrogen/carbon dioxide atmosphere and everyone was happy to go on living in anaerobic bliss and then cyanobacteria suddenly hit the scene, altered the atmosphere composition so that there was a ton of oxygen gas and killed practically everything (97% or more of all species on earth).
We are literally descendants of the DEATH BREATHERS and cyanobacteria is our deadly mother.
The cyanobacteria holocaust is so big, it doesn’t even have a cool name; it’s just called “The Great Oxygenation Event”; the *second* most apocalyptic extinction event in our planet’s history is the one that’s called THE GREAT DYING (the Permian-Triassic event, about 252 million years ago).
This shit makes like the rock-throwing that wiped out the dinosaurs look like kindergarten.
The Great Dying is my absolute favorite nickname for an epochal event.
Cyanobacteria, Mother of Death Breathers.
This is a wild rollercoaster
Book of the day: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
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A storm is coming..
THIS IS IMPORTANT
When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).
I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.
Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.
DO NOT SCROLL PAST THAT.
“because a 16 year old girl who had her first orgasm whilst getting raped, had to watch her 34 year old rapist go free because she had an orgasm.
because when one of my guy friends told me and some friends he got raped by a woman when he was 12, a “friend” laughed at him and told him he should be happy he got laid that young.
because my 17 year old friend’s parents let her 14 year old brother roam the streets until 12am, but she has to be home by 10.
Because my brothers girlfriend, told the police she was raped and fell pregnant but the rapist didn’t get jail time as she got an abortion and the ‘evidence’ was gone.
because a guy from my old school was raped by another guy, but because he’s gay, they said it wasn’t considered rape.
because a 19 year old lesbian got raped by a guy, and he didn’t go to prison because he said “he only tried to turn her straight so she would be accepted by her parents”.
because in some cultures, girls (and boys, of course) still get thrown out of the family because somebody sexually assaulted them.
Because they’re teaching kids that they’re only male rapists and not female rapists too.
because I have to explain why rape makes me mad.“
I love that my forearms are tiny.
I love seeing my wrist bones.
I love rolling my sleeves up to my elbows.
But my upper arms are still fatfatfat.
I need to tone them more, to match my forearms.
Seeing this photo makes me want to kill something.
I may not be the most flexible person in my dance class but im the most flexible person in my gym class
As A Dancer, Visiting A Regular Gym.
This is every dancers goal when they’re teacher says that they suck…
My favorite line from rehersal today was “You can die off stage.” -Scott
Taking your shoes off after class and your feet smell like a dying cat
