Wow, this is thought provoking.
Okay this might seem random, but you know what pisses me off:
When men (I’m not talking about all men, just men I’ve heard say it) look at pictures of stick thin models and say, “Ew, I like curves on a woman! Bones are for dogs!” blah blah blah blah.
But by curves they mean “a tiny waist and toned legs but a huge ass and boobs”. It is so much easier to just exercise yourself down to a thin/toned body than it is to have a giant ass and boobs AND a tight tummy. They think they’re being progressive by saying Kate Upton is more attractive than Keira Knightley and they’re not. They’re not not not. It’s just promoting another equally unattainable beauty standard. >80
AGREED, 100%
seriously !! ^^^^
^^ god bless this,
(via getting-fit-staying-fab)
You can change the direction this train is moving just by thinking about it.
this is so cool omfg
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#can we talk about how everyone else just gets pissed off or annoyed at Tony’s sass #but Bruce is smiling #he thinks it’s funny #he’s just so happy that someone is engaging with him #teasing him even #how long has it been since someone has been comfortable enough around Bruce to tease him about something? #he probably can’t even remember #and now here’s Tony who isn’t afraid of him #who thinks he’s awesome #who wants to be his friend #ugh okay that got away from me but THESE TWO OKAY
(via getting-fit-staying-fab)
Josephine Hart (via honourinrevenge)
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Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
(via burnt-daffodil)
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Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
Clarice Lispector. (via fixando-me)
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Fiquei sozinho um domingo inteiro. Não telefonei para ninguém e ninguém me telefonou. Estava totalmente só. Fiquei sentado num sofá com o pensamento livre. Mas no decorrer desse dia até a hora de dormir tive umas três vezes um súbito reconhecimento de mim mesmo e do mundo que me assombrou e me fez mergulhar em profundezas obscuras de onde saí para uma luz de ouro. Era o encontro do eu com o eu. A solidão é um luxo.
Animals With Stuffed Animals Of Themselves
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