basically my life can be summed up in alternating periods of Linda Belcher’s “Alriiiiight!” and Bob Belcher’s “Oh my god”
YES YES AND THEN WE COULD LAY THE SAME WAY AND FACE THEM LIKE OH HEY GOOD LOOKIN’
HERE HAVE SOME SHITTY PHOTOSHOP OF RYU’S FACE ON SOME BODY PILLOW. i don’t know if you’ll be concerned or excited but either way this is Ryu so that’s all that matters
I’m taking a class on sociology of fashion and on our latest class, Chanel was brought up a lot because she had a important part on defining the femalel image on the time we were finally leaving home and not just being “wives” and stuff and everyone was quoting her and it was a small class and stuff and I was like “don’t you guys get sad when you remember she was a nazi” and a lot of people were shocked and a couple girls who knew that too were like “yeah, man, I hate to think about that” and then this one girl turned and said “well, nobody’s perfect.” and I rolled my eyes and I was like “yeah, but being a nazi is kinda hard a flaw to overlook. Like, oh he’s so sweet and always opens up the door for me, too bad he believes in racial hegemony and condone the killing of people based on gender, religion, race and disabilities, huh? Kind of a deal breaker, don’t you think?”
I’m actually getting pretty embarassed at this class because I feel like the teacher really likes me and I don’t want to disappoint her but I just keep cracking jokes like these and ok, I also make smart comments and ask good questions and stuff BUT I NEED TO LEARN TO SHUT UP.
I’m about to go out for lunch with my parents and you can hardly tell that I spent the night with massive pain on my chest, puking and low pressure and ended up falling asleep in pain because I was too exhausted to stay awake, huh? I’m a super hero.
*looks at drawing of fictional boy* boys arent so bad i guess
*sees a real boy* i was wrong
My sister is going back to work next month so she’s kinda training me to help out with some Bia stuff. Including showers. I said showers, not baths. As in me and a naked huge five month old baby who does not feel comfortable without her mom and keeps moving around and we are both soapy AND IT WAS VERY NERVE WRECKING FOR THE BOTH OF US.
Imagine next time, when my sister WON’T be here to help her feel more at ease.
you know what really sucks? i just took a picture of me right now and i’m wearing this shirt and it has a huge cleavage on it but it’s only because it’s a “stay home” shirt and, like, it’s not even that much cleavage -and even if it was - but anyway, i feel terrible because my breasts are huge so I won’t post it.
Back when I had a somewhat popular blog, I’d post this one pick of me with some vague or remote cleavage would appear and anon comments would pop about how they wanted to lick my breasts or fuck them or whatever and I was about 14/15???? And I feel so ashamed?
It’s so awful because I’ve been sistematically taught since the age of twelve to hide and hate or either expose and sexualize this one part of my body that I hate, hate„ hate and hate and they hurt and are heavy and it’s awful, all the awful big breast things give you and whatever. I’ve been followed on the street, mocked, heard gross stuff…Because of somethign I have absolutely no control over.
What really sucks is that I took about twenty pictures of myself to make a post about how tired I am and I considered cropping it, changing my shirt or whatever, just because I can’t put a picture of me wearing cleavage anywhere. In fact, most pictures of myself at fancy parties will be useless because party dresses for my size have huge cleavages and I don’t want my offensively large boobs out in the open and omg, it’s awful.
So here it is, a picture of me and my boobs are kinda out and all I wanted to say is “college all day tomorrow” and a picture of me distressed so we can all cry about it, but no, here’s me twenty pictures, two changed shirts and an hour of pondering later, posting it under a huge text about how I hate that I’m so, so large. And that I can’t wear more “naked” clothes even though I have a long neck and it’s flattering or, even if I come from one of the hottests towns in Brazil.
Nope, can’t do. Breasts too offensive.
I’m so done with this.
at least my frustation face stands.
Madonna (describe your crush): FUCK! Ok, Destiny is tall and he has one of those young looking faces or maybe I just think that way because I’ve known since he was four?? Anyway, he has broad shoulders and a defined jawline, his nose is adorable and kinda round on the tip, he has very dark eyes and black hair and strong eyebrows and when he smiles just one corner of his mouth goes up so he always look kinda smug, except when he’s genuinely happy in pictures (as opposed to posing with friends), then he has like this huge smile.
Sorry, I’m too much of a writer and I have to stop myself.
As for his personality, he’s very sweet and friendly and always nice to everyone. He used to cry a lot as a kid and be a big clutz but nowadays he seems way more at ease and not very shy or nervous so he probably overcame that.
Motörhead (are you a totally badass motherfucker): I carry a cutout picture of a Japanese baby using a float on my wallet just because I love japanese babies wearing floats on their necks. So yeah, probably, I probably am.
AC/DC (Name 7 things people do that piss you off):
They’re vain,their games, they are insecure, they love me, they like her, they make me laugh, they make me cry (I don’t know which side to buy), their friends are jerks when they act like them, just know it hurts.
And, of course