And it’s always the same 2 blue eyes comparisons. The ocean or the sky. Like come on at least be creative.
His eyes were as blue as the blue liquid used in commercials for Always Pads.
his eyes were as blue as my tumblr dashboard
His eyes were as blue as a really blue thing
His eyes were as blue as the rest of his face turned as I strangled him to death
People who say that fat people are acceptable only if they are “at least trying to lose weight” sound to me an awful lot like the people in my parents’ fundamentalist church who say that they accept gay people “as long as they have turned and repented from that lifestyle.”
You’re saying that you only accept them if they conform to your narrow view of morality. Fat people are only okay if they’re trying not to be fat, and gay people are only okay if they stop acting gay. That’s not love and that’s not acceptance. Stop putting conditions on who deserves respect.
"52% of men say they’d stay with their girlfriend even if she got fat"
EVEN if she got FAT!?? wow… someone give these men a purple heart for their courage and bravery. truly inspiring. god forbid i ever get fat and have to put my boyfriend through the rough decision of whether to keep me around or not. but maybe if im lucky, he’ll be in that amazing 52%. what a world.
if someone makes you drink tap water then they aren’t really your friend
Ah yes, I never drink tap water, I only drink bottled water from the rivers in the forests of Austria fulled by unicorn tears, and I wILL NOT TAKE ANYTHING LESS JESSICIA
this is what you turn in to if you drink tap water once
Scare the shit outta your cat by filling their litter box with pop rocks
blue-flavored candy is always the best flavor of candy like what the fuck. blue raspberries aren’t even a thing. we’re literally eating the color blue as a flavor and it’s fucking magical.
things you don’t point out about people:
don’t do it
don’t
1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.
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