the other one didnt have jpeg artifacts you fat nasty trash
No. Just, no. This really pisses me off, and let me tell you about it.
THIS IS SHIT. This is the biggest pile of bull shit I’ve seen all week. I don’t care if this is supposed to be “funny”, to be “a joke”, because it’s not fucking funny. No one should be posting this, no one should be reblogging this, no one should think this is alright. Thinking, “oh, how funny, why don’t I reblog this? It’s cute, it’s a joke, haha a good laugh at myself, other people can laugh too,” but jokes are only funny when there’s truth in them. To use this towards yourself in jest is to in some small way whisper in the darkest corner of your heart, “It’s true”. And it’s not.
There’s a power in words. To say them to someone, to have them said to you, is only the beginning. It does not even matter if they are serious or lighthearted, because once you take those words in to your heart and begin repeating them to yourself, that is when they begin to have power over you. What starts as something carelessly said without consequence does not remain without consequence. I used to joke casually about my weight, my thighs, my body. My friends picked it up from me and began making the jokes, too, and it stuck all throughout high school. And once you say something enough times, you begin to believe it. It becomes true. If there was one thing I could take back, it would be the first time the words left my lips, because they haven’t left me since. Not a single. Fucking. Day.
No one should be saying these words, to themselves or others, because they are not worthy of you and they are not true. No one, not a single person on here, is trash. None of you deserve to be called nasty. And if you’re fat? Who says that that’s a bad thing? Why is being fat being made synonymous with being trash, with nastiness? What kind of message is this supposed to be sending? To your friends, the people you care about, what are you telling them by posting this?
You are all of you gorgeous, creative, intelligent, compassionate, wonderful human beings, and I don’t EVER want to see this on my dash again.
This really annoys me.
Carly Rae Jepson - Call me maybe
what
#the gates of hell have opened #and the song of satan has been played
(Source: mybuddykeiths-choice-ass)
Recorded on Jay-Z’s iPhone. No amped mic, no reverb. JUST Bey.
DAAAAAAAAAAAMN BEY. god i want a voice like that. good lord. you can see why she’s called the queen.
CHILLS
this is everything to me!
whoa.
YES BITCH
YOU BETTA SING BITCH
LET THE LORD USE YOU
(Source: thequeenbey)
Girl you must be SHINee or something because my eyes are always Onew.
(Source: pabonew)
Jesus Christ of Nazareth copies Madonna’s iconic crucifixion. No offense to any Jesus freaks, but Jesus is not very attractive or photogenic, I don’t see why you are so obsessed with him. In my opinion Jesus did a horrible job at being glamorous. I mean, look at Madonna’s—it’s built out of expensive glass made from Mariah Carey’s tears. Jesus needs to read more fashion magazines and get with the times, because being a slave and getting whipped is so 1858.
I had a dream last night where I was talking to my future daughter and she was crying because she was having a really hard time at school, teen angsting etc
me: you know, when I was in high school I didn’t have many friends
daughter: …that’s not…very comforting. What did you do for fun if you didn’t have a lot of friends?
me: well I’d come home and watch movies and tv and then I’d blog about my feelings on tumblr
daughter: …tumblr?? you mean that old website that got banned by The Leader?
me: wat
And then I looked around in slow motion and realized that we were living in this Utopian future where tumblr is banned and no one has free access to the internet
daughter: all hail our Dark Lord, Protector of the Nation.
Then I look up, horrified, to the spot where my daughter turned to, and it’s a framed picture of Cillian Murphy wearing a dark suit and looking down at everyone condescendingly, sort of like this:
so then I ran around the house, flailing like a horrified seal, and every frame had the same picture…
then suddenly I was at the Louvre and this happened…
I woke up gasping for air and with dry tears on my cheeks
christ