I'm starting to enjoy the color pink.
Megan - 19 - perverted old man




How do Time Lords even get married or deal with marital problems like

"It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore! You… You’ve changed, Harold"


And what if you and your spouse both regenerated while you weren’t around each other?

"Who the fuck are you? This isn’t your house?"

"I fucking live here."

Also I love how sharon and harold are just obviosuly gallifreyan names.

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is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”


Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

This is heartbreaking

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Dascha Polanco at the 66th Primetime Emmy Awards [August 25, 2014]
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Just a tiny Ponyo comic with a little older Ponyo and Sousuke.
These two are good for my heart.

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i found the worst ya book ever yesterday. coming soon to you: manic pixie dream nazi 


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We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

That second image, though.

I will never get over how Dumbledore let 1/4th of the school’s children cheer and celebrate for a full minute, with banners and everything, before saying, “Lmao, jk, you didn’t win. Harry Potter went on some adventure none of you know about, and I want to cheer up his day because doing good isn’t enough of a reward in and of itself, so I’m just going to throw him the House Cup.”

And then a table full of ELEVEN TO SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLDS just sit there stunned and confused, their victory cruelly ripped away when they were already past the finish line. How many Slytherins sat there thinking, “But… but… but I worked so HARD for this!”

THIS is where they’re all learning the lesson that a paradigm shift is necessary in order for any of their accomplishments to mean anything. Why the fuck do you think so many of these CHILDREN fought on the side of “evil” toward the end?

Woah ok, there I go, taking Harry Potter way too seriously again. I’m 26 I’m 26 I’m 26… *Goes and eats some Fiber One*

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The one constant.

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Michael Jackson tells Bubbles the chimp in sign language to sit the fuck down and stop stealing sips of his tea. 

That’s the most gangsta thing I’ve ever seen.

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