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How about everyone just says NOTHING about anyone else’s weight.

  • Don’t ask if they’ve lost weight. 
  • Don’t ask if they’ve fucking gained weight. 
  • Don’t ask what they weigh. 
  • Don’t ask if they weigh X pounds. 
  • Don’t say you’re sure that it’s “muscle weight”. 

Don’t say anything!!

Just don’t fucking comment on someone’s weight. EVER.

Do. Not.

Who the fuck says that?!? Just fucking shut your stupid fucking mouth.

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I really love villains

not in a ‘poor baby is so misunderstood’ way

in a ‘your amorality is so fascinating and delicious’ way

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Nasreen Mohamedi
Ink on diary page, entry dated March 1981

“I mean, this is the greatest place in the world. Working here is the most delicious security blanket combined with an ice-cream cone.” 

-Nick Offerman

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"this is it, isn’t it?
this is where our love rusts and chips away
as new lovers dare to touch our skin.
this is where our love grows cobwebs and
only the spiders’ prey remember the way
we bloomed.
only dying creatures know who we were now.
the dead bury the dead
and I swear our love was the most beautiful corpse
I ever had to bury."

- Amanda Helm, Our Love (via amandaspoetry)

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Long Desert Highway
By Glenn Nagel


Eartha Kitt photographed at the pool by Isaac Sutton, c. 1959

I love her so much

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