#cannot comprehend

[aimeedaisies]

Wishing Mia Tindall a very happy 10th birthday today!!! 🎀🥳💞

Born 17th January 2014

[wellthatjusthappend]

Friend: yeah, but I don't want to make that recipe because I don't have any rice.

Me: ???? No rice??? How??? How can you run out when you buy another 50lb bag every time the rice gets low enough to move to the jar?

[rottinglittleprincess]

i felt grief before i even knew the meaning of the word.

[kennedy-brooke]

literally in shock over the responses to dress pt 1 and 2

what the fuck guys thank you so much

[seethisisforyou]

eternally baffled at how any of y’all og 2010/2011 larries are still alive. fuckin troopers the lot of you.

[ar0ac3]

I hate time, actually

[ominouspuff]

You know who you are

but for everyone else btw it was @razzbberry

[balis77]

Fun fact: Samus' zero suit is a bodysuit in more recent games instead of the tank-top she wore in older games because at this point, she's been spliced with so many species' DNA you really don't want to see what the rest of her skin looks like.

[sadiewinchester]

Hi, I can’t fucking believe this is where we left them actually

[box-dwelling]

Ally: *says K2 is quitting vaping*

Me: oh lmao what a coincidence I just got patches to stop yesterday and I'm starting tomorrow. I'm doing it for you K2

Brennan: *announces that K2 is real now. A real human woman living in England in our world with the memories of Kristen's life except happening in England*

Me, an English lesbian ex fundamentalist cult survivor who lost their faith in their early teens after their first real interaction with death: Blimey...

[ink-the-artist]

Creature of Light lithograph

[starleavess]

competitive battling things . plus i genuinely cant believe that emmet has a physical attacking adamant galvantula with cross poison wtf was he thinking

[macaulaytwins]

“my pussy has taken me places I wouldn’t go with a gun”

the places in question:

[bogkeep]

please read natural satellite by @sixpossumsinatrenchcoat

the conversation:

[inkz123]

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[icaruspendragon]

something the women in my family are absolutely flabbergasted by every time it comes up is the fact that i don’t own a scale.

“how do you know how much you weigh??” they cry.

“i don’t.” i simply respond.

“you look thinner, have you lost weight?” they ask at christmas.

“i dunno.” i say as i check on the turkey.

“you look bigger, have you gained weight?” they probe, as if my weight rests on their shoulders.

“i’m not sure, but it’s fine if i have.” i respond with a casualness they cannot comprehend.

“don’t you want to know if you’ve lost or gained?” they inquire over cups of coffee and a plate of untouched cookies.

“i do.” i take a sip. “which is why i don’t need to know.”

“we don’t understand.” they say.

“i’ll drive myself mad if i know. it’s been a question i’ve been looking for the answer to since i was in the seventh grade and my weight was the topic of conversation for the first time; the stretch marks on my calves puberty brought being questioned and condemned. and so i started weighing myself once a day. then twice a day. i gained weight as i grew and was told to stop. i got depressed when i was 16 and the weight i gained was more concerning than the scars on my thighs. the critiques turned to compliments during my first year of college when i’d started skipping meals and my body had to feed itself because i wouldn’t. everyday i stepped on the scale and smiled as i watched that number get smaller and smaller. hunger felt like victory. i started doing drugs that took away my appetite and then my strength. and started feeling guilt when my stomach felt full. and suddenly every time i looked in the mirror i hated what i saw. the more weight i lost, the better i was supposed to feel. each remark on another part of my body lost felt like a slap to the face. i was told i looked good but i knew i wasn’t good enough. and so i tried harder. and then i started to get dizzy when i stood. and i ignored it like i’d learned to ignore my hunger. and then one day at work i dropped like the weight that was never enough after i bending at the waist to grab a milk cap from the floor. and when the darkness faded, i was surrounded by panic as an ambulance was called. and then i was tested and prodded and poked because they thought something was wrong with my heart. and the problem persisted but they never found out why. but i’d known all along. and then i left home and its scale behind. and moved into a new home that was mine. so i bought plates and sheets and art for the walls. but i didn’t buy a scale. then every time i walked down an aisle i’d see the them and pause. and i’d think about the hunger i now kept at bay. and even though i didn’t know how much i weighed, i didn’t notice my body had changed. and i’d think about how i hadn’t been dizzy for months. and how i hadn’t fainted for longer. and then i’d keep on walking. and now most days i like how i look.”

“but don’t you want to be skinny?” comes their quiet response.

“i want to be myself in whatever body i have.”

they stare in disbelief. so i shrug my shoulders, and grab a cookie. and i smile at them as i swallow the first bite.