it was so hard to find nine pictures


@inhumanrobot and bunch of my other friends were doing some ritual thingummy to prevent a haunting or somethin and it looked fun :’u

9 pictures from your computer that represent you, so here’s a weird lil amalgamation of Trell

aaaaand i’m tag people bc i love you @theletterwsarseflap @roboticrick @hellokakapo @dannyelling @curse-of-the-lumberjack @finding-fallen-petals

Ten honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boy.

One: I say, “I am fat.” He says, “No, you are beautiful.” I wonder why I cannot be both. He kisses me. Hard.

Two: My college theater professor once told me that, despite my talent, I would never be cast as a romantic lead. We put on shows that involve flying children and singing animals, but apparently no one has enough willing suspension of disbelief to buy anyone loving a fat girl.

Three: On the mornings I do not feel pretty, while he is still asleep, I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive, for a punchline, for other girls’ phone numbers.

Four: When we hold hands in public, I wonder if he notices the stares — like he is handling a parade balloon down a crowded sidewalk. I wonder if he notices how my hands are made of rope.

Five: Dear Cosmo: Fuck you. I will not take your sex tips on how to please a man that you do not think my body will ever be worthy of.

Six: He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

Seven: I can cup his hip bones in palms of my hands, feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all, sip wine from his collarbones. He doesn’t believe me when I tell him he is beautiful. Sometimes I fear the day he does is the day he leaves.

Eight: The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop assumes we are just friends and flirts across the counter. I spend the next two weeks replacing my face with hers in all of our photographs. When I finally admit this, we spend the whole night taking new pictures. He will not let me delete a single one.

Nine: The phrase “Big girls need love, too” can go die in a fire. Fucking me does not require an asterisk. Loving me is not a fetish. Finding me beautiful is not a novelty. I am not a novelty.

Ten: I say, “I am fat.” He says, “No. You are so much more” and kisses me. Hard.


Where Clarke and Lexa decide that their shin dig that approaches into the night is a date and they really like each other. Featuring Clarke loving to cuddle and my Mac (in the first snap) because who can find a picture of a picture of high school musical playing on a laptop or TV.