when boys wear mesh shorts:
when boys wear sweat pants:
me in either of these situations:
well, my lungs are still pretty shot but the doctor’s visit went way better than expected. they gave me a steroid shot and some hardcore antibiotics. i may have to go back for a chest x-ray in a few days but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. that means i can’t drink, which is probably a good thing because i’ve been hitting the bottle really hard lately. however, my lungs aren’t quite up to the task of smoking, and i don’t wanna take any more valium than necessary.
should i make some cannabis butter?
I still haven’t managed to cure myself so I’m going to the doctor in awhile.
The same doctor that refused to prescribe me ibuprofen and told me to take Aleve without even looking at my x-rays. Turns out there were 2 additional fractures that he could have detected back then. Needless to say, I have a grudge.
I’m also suspicious that he’s one of those doctors that’s going to tell me to lose 10 lbs instead of making sure my lungs aren’t slowly filling with fluid. Sigh. At least if he acts like an ass again I can see my regular doctor tomorrow. I’m just anxious and angry that I have to be anxious about getting fucking medical care.
Yes. Yes YES. and a Million TIMES YES.
Please read the entire thing. She nails it.
NOTE: For me, this is not about what people write on their own blogs about what is important to them and personal, because I’m fine with that, I don’t have to follow you, I don’t have to read it.
For me this pertains to “friendly conversation” in which everyone from my co-workers, family members to perfect strangers chatting on the bus feel entitled to talk about their diets, ask about my body or my diet and discuss “diet tips” as a hobby. And the constant noise of it on tv. And magazines. As something that people (especially women) are supposed to care about and do as a “thing” regardless of the size or shape of their own actual body or health.
But choosing to eat meat absolutely makes you a bad person.
Like, without question. Just a total shithead.
Who’s coming to the tasty BBQ in hell?
you’re such an adorable fucking moron
like a retarded dog that bites peoples ankles and then shits itself in utter rage
oh and btw
ok i’m half drunk and i’m gonna bring some truth to this bitch
assuming all meat is factory farmed, full of hormones and bad for you is fucking terrible for the local economy and for the ecosystem
if you buy your meat from a sustainable, clean, humane source you are actually helping the species
you are providing small farmers with the demand as well as the cash to buy and raise breeds of animals that would otherwise go extinct (don’t believe me? read Storey’s guide to chicken raising)
otherwise, we’d ALL be stuck eating less nutritious, overbred generic breeds. not good for us, not good for animals. they like mating among different breeds because they aren’t racist fucks
listen, if you don’t WANT to eat meat, nobody is forcing you. i personally don’t really like it but i cannot deny that supporting local farms is good for the ecosystem of our region as a whole. for example: did you know that true free range, grass fed chickens and turkeys drastically reduce the number of deer ticks in a given area? that means a much lower chance of any other creature in that area contracting lyme disease. YAAAAY FOR NO LYME DISEASE
so if you’re shallow minded enough to think that ALL MEAT BAD PEOPLE SUBSIST ON GROUND GROWING THINGS, you need a goddamned reality check
not to mention there are a lot of people who need some meat to stay healthy. yes, you can die from anemia. shut the fuck up if you think you know better than the majority of doctors who spend years studying this.
human beings were meant to consume animal products. PERIOD. whether you choose to or not is your business and i will certainly not shame you for making a healthy, environmentally conscious decision to reduce or eliminate your meat consumption. but if you don’t stop categorizing all people who don’t think and eat like you as some sort of blood crazed cult, i will send our scary ass rooster to your house and he will claw out your eyeballs with his talon of doom.
Femme is about being a babe inside of your own brain.
It’s about feeling like you are taking care of you.
It’s about knowing that you have assembled a team of experts – friends, partners, chosen family, lovers, mentors – to go through your life with. People who will see you the way you see you, and who aren’t afraid to set you to rights when you need a talking to.
Femme is about trusting your own conceptions of beauty, power, pleasure, and generosity.
If “femininity” is defined according to (sexist!) social expectations and separated entirely from “masculinity,” then Femme is looking over its shoulder and laughing at all those rules.” —-On Being a Babe Inside Your Own Brain @ BOSSY FEMME.COM (via chubby-bunnies)
Ryan Gosling (via adayinthelesbianlife)