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Hey not to be That Girl or anything but literally nothing fuels me like the rage after heartbreak.
Next time he sees me (8 months from now) I’m going to be unrecognizable.
And when he finally does recognize me, I want him to be so taken back with how tiny and dainty and fucking gorgeous I am.
Followed quickly by a wave of regret for leaving me high and dry without a word or explanation.
I want him to dare to try and approach me, and tell me how good I look.
And I’ll smile and say “I know.”
I want him to watch as other guys from work flock around me, making me laugh and smile more than he ever did.
I want to get that late night “You up?” text from him so I can leave it on read like he’s done to me so many times.
I want to prove to him what a mistake he made, make him regret the day he decided he was done with me but couldn’t bother to let me know. And more importantly, prove that I deserve better than that and in my new body that’s exactly what I’ll get. Someone who respects me enough to communicate their true intentions. Someone who isn’t afraid or ashamed to kiss me in public. Who doesn’t lie about the possibility of a future together.
And maybe that’s all so petty but I couldn’t give less of a fuck at the moment. I’m all fire and teeth and unforgiving determination right now and I’m damn sure not eating anything today.
So kiss my bony ass, Jason. And prepare yourself for my revenge body 🖕🏼
alright, it’s getting colder
!!meanspo warning!!
put down your food and your sugary drinks. you’ll look like a fucking pig in your winter coat, it’s freezing outside and you can’t even stop eating enough to realize how you look and feel. How does it feel when you walk, how your stomach rubs against your sweater. your fat thighs stretching your leggings. how your legs look like tree trunks in boots. go do some yoga and drink some water. you don’t deserve food.
some memes I made to express my current frustrations with academia feel free to add your own
“Do you know what March 22nd is? It’s your birthday. Your birthday. When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And all of your friends, they got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with all your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn’t from a movie. It was your spaceship. A rainbow spaceship is what you called it. And you must have used every color in the box. I took that with me to Melvald’s and I put it up and I told everyone who came in: My son drew this. And you were so embarassed. But I was so proud.”
Alicia keys be like…
I fucking snorted this is too much lmao
FU C K 😂😂😂😂😂😂
lmfaooooo
I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.






