the-absolute-funniest-posts:

My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

malijuanastyles:

malijuanastyles:

I think it’s lovely how you can sit in a classroom and visualize having sex with someone and nobody will notice at all

do you know how many angry boys have messaged me about boners because of this post

(via whypotatoes)

toastyhat:

foolishjourney:

findthin:

findthin:

Don’t be mistaken, this is not a weightloss progress picture. This is a recovery progress picture. In the top pictures I’m weighing in at 103 pounds after a couple months of starving and purging. In the bottom pictures I’m weighing in at 110 pounds after a couple months of healthy eating and exercise. I clearly gained weight even though I lost inches. In the top picture my stomach is clearly bloated, I’m weak, and faint, and depressed. In the bottom picture my stomach is much flatter and more importantly I’m happier, stronger, and healthier. 
This just goes to show that the number on the scale doesn’t mean all that much. I weighed less during my ED than I do now, yet my body looks better now AT A HIGHER WEIGHT than it did then. 
This is why the number on the scale means nothing to me. 

Really want more people to see this. This is why I focus on my body measurements and not the number on the scale.

This is so important for everyone; I want all of my followers to see this. FUCK THE SCALE!!!!

THIS.

toastyhat:

foolishjourney:

findthin:

findthin:

Don’t be mistaken, this is not a weightloss progress picture. This is a recovery progress picture. In the top pictures I’m weighing in at 103 pounds after a couple months of starving and purging. In the bottom pictures I’m weighing in at 110 pounds after a couple months of healthy eating and exercise. I clearly gained weight even though I lost inches. In the top picture my stomach is clearly bloated, I’m weak, and faint, and depressed. In the bottom picture my stomach is much flatter and more importantly I’m happier, stronger, and healthier. 

This just goes to show that the number on the scale doesn’t mean all that much. I weighed less during my ED than I do now, yet my body looks better now AT A HIGHER WEIGHT than it did then. 

This is why the number on the scale means nothing to me. 

Really want more people to see this. This is why I focus on my body measurements and not the number on the scale.

This is so important for everyone; I want all of my followers to see this. FUCK THE SCALE!!!!

THIS.

(via whypotatoes)

laughtercues:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

I got a little emotional over this omg

laughtercues:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

image

bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

I got a little emotional over this omg

(via whypotatoes)

its-always-funnier-in-enochian:

this is it

this is the exact moment i sold my soul to this show

(via whypotatoes)

hoodoo-cat:

letsbeholmies:

mepsilomega:

whostolemyideaforurl:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

thewritershuman:

loki-s-army-at-221b:

wolfstar-thunderfrost:

zeldaluvr1:

dustinmathisen:

orgasmicskittles:

xyoshigeek:

foreverbolone:

kason-the-equalist:

slenderman-is-watching-you:

fuck-yeah-justin-bieber:

AND THIS IS WHY I FUCKING LOVE TUMBLR.

the bible is fucking holy!

Tumblr is fucking tumbling

The rainbow is fucking colorful

THE SUN IS FUCKING BRIGHT

my dick is fucking dicky

my love life is fucking lonely

this is fucking stupid

Eat more is fucking delicious

fiction is fucking fake

The world is fucking spinning

Silence is Fucking Falling

dean is fucking cas

You fucking killed me

Reality is fucking real.

dean is fucking cas

hoodoo-cat:

letsbeholmies:

mepsilomega:

whostolemyideaforurl:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

thewritershuman:

loki-s-army-at-221b:

wolfstar-thunderfrost:

zeldaluvr1:

dustinmathisen:

orgasmicskittles:

xyoshigeek:

foreverbolone:

kason-the-equalist:

slenderman-is-watching-you:

fuck-yeah-justin-bieber:

AND THIS IS WHY I FUCKING LOVE TUMBLR.

the bible is fucking holy!

Tumblr is fucking tumbling

The rainbow is fucking colorful

THE SUN IS FUCKING BRIGHT

my dick is fucking dicky

my love life is fucking lonely

this is fucking stupid

Eat more is fucking delicious

fiction is fucking fake

The world is fucking spinning

Silence is Fucking Falling

dean is fucking cas

You fucking killed me

Reality is fucking real.

dean is fucking cas

(via whypotatoes)

Reblog and see if you get a color.

  • PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
  • FUSCHIA: I wish we were friends in real life.
  • RED: I love you with a burning passion.
  • GREY: I wish you would notice me.
  • PINK: I think you should follow me.
  • INDIGO: Roleplay with me please?
  • TEAL: We have a lot in common.
  • BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.
  • ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.
  • YELLOW: FUCK ME PLEASE.
  • WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.
  • GREEN: I think you’re cute.
  • BLACK: I would date you.
  • BROWN: I don’t like you.
  • RAINBOW: Skype info?
mattg124:

By the rule of kittens, 2 kittens are better than 1.

mattg124:

By the rule of kittens, 2 kittens are better than 1.