WHO CARES?

I’ll give 100 chances but when im done, im done for good

Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity

Thin people can reblog this btw

they wont tho lmao

Part of learning to survive was accepting that people will be disgusted when they see me eat and deciding that I didn’t give a single fuck about that because their disgust is rooted in bigotry and their discomfort is the furthest possible thing from being my problem.

Eating is such a basic and necessary thing, the same as wearing clothes and it’s wild to me now to think about how intensely policed fat people are. Like we’re just out here trying to survive and eat and we’re dehumanized, humiliated and chastised for sport. I’m sorry my beautiful fat angels for the hell they’ve put us through. You deserve so much safety and so much freedom.

it takes years to develop your craft. do not romanticize the idea of an ‘overnight success’. be a student. grow organically. get really good. hate your work. start over. find new ways to express the same ideas. the student becomes the master. your time will come.

It’s okay that you’re not who you thought you would be

wow this is one of the softest things I have read on here.

every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

Sometimes it blows my mind that there are people that don’t wear glasses/contacts. Like they can literally see with no aid. Like they wake up and just be out here seeing. What a wild concept.

And people say stuff like ‘lol don’t you hate it when you look up in the middle of the night and see a spider on your ceiling’ like bitch (!!) i could have Nicholas II last czar of Russia hangin from my ceiling fan and i would be none the wiser

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

do you ever pretend like you didn’t see something so the other person doesn’t feel embarrassed 

750,324 people whose mama taught them right

i feel so sorry for earth. we destroy everything.

Praying for the woman I’ll be in 5+yrs I hope she’s happy, and loved, living life unapologetically, doing what she loves.

we joke about procrastination but nothing is worse than the nauseating feeling of having every intention of doing something but physically not being capable of doing it and then feeling like you want to throw up because the deadline is just getting closer and closer.

If you’re getting mad at someone for adopting a parentless child and bringing that child into a loving home because their skin color doesn’t match then you need to take a good hard look at your priorities, evaluate your life, and ask yourself how you sunk this fucking low.