My blue eyed angel

Aries: Fine.

Taurus: kay

Gemini: kk :)

Cancer: okay i guess

Leo: lmao k

Virgo: …ok

Libra: haha ur funny

Scorpio: k.

Sagittarius: LOL

Capricorn: {read yesterday, 2:17pm}

Aquarius: idk im rly busy

For example, most H&M blouses these days don’t even have boobdarts. Which means they will sit awkwardly on literally anyone with boobs, no matter the size. But on hangers or when folded on display? They look fab as fuck. Because hangers don’t have boobs. And the models chosen to show them on the catwalk are usually chosen for their lack of boobage too (unless it’s for lingerie), other requirements including ridiculous size and weight requirements. As for the average (EU available) clothing shops, the worst offender I’ve encountered yet was Zara. Everything’s way too long and way too flat: clearly aimed to look good on the catwalk models but not intended for normal people. At all.

Also sizes are just numbers. Shopping online has taught me that I’m a European M, an American XS-S, and a Japanese L-XL. And then these sizes even vary from shop to shop in the same country: I’m an XL at Apples but an S at Lola&Liza, for example. They’ve also been reducing the sizes of these numbers throughout the years to make people feel bad about themselves and to sell more weight-loss products. Don’t let a number get you down, it does not define you.

Martial artists like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee (and yes, fucking Ming-Na Wen, that beautiful badass) will build up their bone strength by repeatedly (and fairly gently) striking sand, gravel, wood and steel - this creates tons of microfractures in their bones (smaller than even a hairline fracture) so the bones will heal over again and make the bones stronger and denser with increased deposits of calcium. 

This has to be done over long-ass periods of time, so the bones have time to heal, and none of the fractures expand into actual breaks. 

Stupidly envious if the ppl who get to talk to you everyday. Jealous of their ability to have a perfectly valid reason to do so.

While I have no reason but a bucket of feelings that won’t go away. No reason but just wanting to hear you smile through the phone, and say nothing at all.

No reason but missing you more that I thought possible.

Finding myself walking on these streets and suddenly realizing that I won’t bump into you anymore, and the word gets a little darker, a little sadder.

And wondering how can I survive the winter.

Still there. Sometimes less painful, sometimes it feels like i’m healed. But i’m not. I still feel like i’m never going to be the same again.

And i still wonder. If your heart hurts when you press the keys with the letter of my name. Does it hurt you to think of me, if you ever think of me at all, beside the inevitability of work. And when it happens, do you try to make it as brief as possible?

I do, and never succeed.

It feels like removing a part of my soul.

The “Carol” Oscars Snub: The Problem Isn’t Lesbians, It’s Misandry (via priceofsalts)

robert-youheartbreaker:

lookatthesefreakinghipsters:

Green Day posted this picture on their Facebook page:

Which, given their history of political opinions, makes sense.

But the comments are fucking wild, man.  Like, did these commentators even listen to any of Green Day’s work?

Buddy, you used Green Day as an escape from politics?  I don’t think you understand how that works.

Yes, yes, Green Day should stay out of politics.  They’ve really been known for the quietness on political events (*sarcasm*).

What are Green Day’s music or public statements makes you think they are willing to sit by and let an authoritarian demagogue rise without protesting that?  He hasn’t said “mean things,” he’s a fucking dictator-in-waiting.

But at least some commentators got it:

#KeepPunkPolitical