as a skinny person, you are catered to and you don’t even realize it. did you ask for that? no and i understand that. but you will never cry your eyes out in a dressing room because even the largest size doesn’t fit. you will never deal with rejection from a guy solely because of your weight. you are socially accepted.
is any kind of body shaming disgusting? yes. but please don’t act like you’d rather be fat.
what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?
one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean#i’ve told this joke a million times and it NEVER fails
Moon flowers, yes? My grandmother loved these, we have them planted in our garden :)
looks like something out of Coraline :o
I have a story. We used to have a bunch of these outside our house. They really do open up like this as soon as it gets dark and they release this wonderful smell. My family used to go outside every day and watch them open. But what they don’t tell you is that bugs love them. When it gets hot out they’ll crawl inside them to keep cool. So one day little me, I was probably like 13, put my nose right down by it so I could smell it as it was opening… and a huge ass jumping spider launched itself at my face. Don’t trust the moon flowers. They’re full of horror.
That’s true in more ways than one. Moonflowers are actually datura - angel’s trumpets. They’re very toxic, and have been use for hundreds of years as a poison and hallucinogen.
ha im a piece of trash
As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up.
Is seven okay?
you smooth fucker
my hobbies include talking about my fandom to people who don’t care about my fandom
LITERALLY ME EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE!!! :(
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I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.
Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…
A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.
She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.
At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”
Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.
Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”
So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.
As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.
Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.
SHE’S THE CUTEST OHMAHGOD CAN I HUG HER
I want that hair
Hes so precious.
That is amazing. :)