browningtons:

horsefricker:

browningtons:

Babe im not grabbin ur boob im grabbin ur heart 

thats my right boob tho

babe

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asker

Anonymous asked: Yo. What common household pill can I take to feel weird and.. Be free for awhile?

I refuse to answer this.

asker

jennagill asked: Happy Saturday friend :)

Happy Early Monday Morning, dear.


Jennifer Lawrence - Christian Dior event 07/07/2014

Jennifer Lawrence - Christian Dior event 07/07/2014

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consultingsonic:

madblackgirl:

team 5’5 and under where ya at

they didn’t let us in they thought we were 12

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  • me most of the time: people are okay, I guess. like no one is 100% bad.
  • me after reading the comments section in any article, ever: this world can only be cleansed with fire.
baronesskika:

sohypothetically:

beautifulquote:

Beautiful Quote #NewPost [9]

I’m sorry, but FUCK YOU. If I was hungry before I hopped my fat ass on the scale, I’m hungry afterward. You presumptuous, arrogant, judgmental ass. How dare you use this tone with me, or any one who wants to lose weight.

Yeah, I’m pretty offended by this too, but not just because it’s pretty blatant fat shaming — it’s also demonizing food. ALL food. And that’s really fucking dangerous territory.
***Because we need food to survive.***
We need carbs and fats and proteins and calories to fuel our organs and our muscles and keep us functional and healthy. What we don’t necessarily need is that triple bacon cheeseburger with an extra large French fries and a HFCS-laden Coke. But we do need a plate of nutritious vegetables and grains and lean protein, and whatever the number on the scale may be, that doesn’t change that we need to eat in order to survive. So it has been, so it always will be.
Food is good. Eating is good. Moderation is fucking fantastic. Exercising is good. Loving yourself no matter the number on a bathroom scale is good. But messages like this one? Not good. Danger, danger…

Just thought I’d add a little bit of input, if you don’t mind—you know, as a trained fitness instructor, I might know a thing or two about fitness and health.This here? Right here? It’s wrong. And it’s actually really fucking stupid, too. Your body is an amazing, complex creation. It’s clever, which is a lot more than I can say about quite a few people in this world. Did you know that when you starve yourself, your brain sends a signal out to the rest of your body that tells it what is happening? Did you know that it’s calculating, that it’s working out a way to overcome this new obstacle? When you starve yourself, you’re depriving yourself of all the nutrients your body needs to be able to function, and your body knows it. It just doesn’t know that you’re the one that’s withholding it. What this means is that it will adapt, and it’ll do what it needs to do in order to ‘survive’. So when you do eventually eat, it’ll see that you’re being fed and it’ll jump into action. Your body will then take the food you’re eating and as it breaks it down, it will cling to the fats and salts and all the nasties that you’re trying to rid yourself of, and it will store it away. 
Where, you ask? Everywhere. In your stomach, on your ass, your inner thighs… Everywhere!So, to anyone that’s purposefully starving themselves for “beauty”, just remember this. You know all those problem areas that you don’t quite like? The places that you just want a little smaller, a little more toned… Guess what? You’re adding to them.Eat. Food is good for you.

baronesskika:

sohypothetically:

beautifulquote:

Beautiful Quote #NewPost [9]

I’m sorry, but FUCK YOU. If I was hungry before I hopped my fat ass on the scale, I’m hungry afterward. You presumptuous, arrogant, judgmental ass. How dare you use this tone with me, or any one who wants to lose weight.

Yeah, I’m pretty offended by this too, but not just because it’s pretty blatant fat shaming — it’s also demonizing food. ALL food. And that’s really fucking dangerous territory.

***Because we need food to survive.***

We need carbs and fats and proteins and calories to fuel our organs and our muscles and keep us functional and healthy. What we don’t necessarily need is that triple bacon cheeseburger with an extra large French fries and a HFCS-laden Coke. But we do need a plate of nutritious vegetables and grains and lean protein, and whatever the number on the scale may be, that doesn’t change that we need to eat in order to survive. So it has been, so it always will be.

Food is good. Eating is good. Moderation is fucking fantastic. Exercising is good. Loving yourself no matter the number on a bathroom scale is good. But messages like this one? Not good. Danger, danger…

Just thought I’d add a little bit of input, if you don’t mind—you know, as a trained fitness instructor, I might know a thing or two about fitness and health.

This here? Right here? It’s wrong. And it’s actually really fucking stupid, too. Your body is an amazing, complex creation. It’s clever, which is a lot more than I can say about quite a few people in this world.

Did you know that when you starve yourself, your brain sends a signal out to the rest of your body that tells it what is happening? Did you know that it’s calculating, that it’s working out a way to overcome this new obstacle? 

When you starve yourself, you’re depriving yourself of all the nutrients your body needs to be able to function, and your body knows it. It just doesn’t know that you’re the one that’s withholding it. What this means is that it will adapt, and it’ll do what it needs to do in order to ‘survive’. So when you do eventually eat, it’ll see that you’re being fed and it’ll jump into action. Your body will then take the food you’re eating and as it breaks it down, it will cling to the fats and salts and all the nasties that you’re trying to rid yourself of, and it will store it away. 


Where, you ask? Everywhere. In your stomach, on your ass, your inner thighs… Everywhere!

So, to anyone that’s purposefully starving themselves for “beauty”, just remember this. You know all those problem areas that you don’t quite like? The places that you just want a little smaller, a little more toned… Guess what? You’re adding to them.

Eat. Food is good for you.

I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.

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