I wish I could write you a love song,
But the words always come out wrong.
They aren’t beautiful, or pretty,
They always seem dirty and slightly obsessive.
My voice is too tinny, too whiny, and too weak,
My lack of proper English is terrible,
I’m surprised it don’t drive you round the bend.
If I could write you a story,
It would be a happy one.
With no depression or anxiety,
No fear of running away or self harm.
We’d be a king and queen,
Or hobbits in a hole,
We’d be close together in our little home.
If I could make you a film,
I’d be your hero,
Coming in to save your day,
I’d carry you off into the sunset,
And show you a better day.
No bills or work,
No school or deadlines,
Just me and you.
If I was a poet,
These words would be better,
There would be flow, grace, and ease,
They would let you know,
That the sun does shine for you
The moon does come up for you
The wind whistles
And the sea waves just for you
Because I’m me, I’ll let you know
That every day,
I live for a moment of you.
Babies, Please stay safe, especially my babies in the Boston area, I love you all so much and I don’t want you to get hurt, so please stay safe for me okay?
casshambugers-and-deanspie:
theseweirddreams:
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didneyworl-no-uta:
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grassleaves:
tears tears forever
Omg. I am actually crying.
Will always reblog every time I see this
I didn’t even see that coming.
Im Crying! </3 Aww
text-pistol:
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.
skepsiss:
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stuffingkit:
makeloveoutofnothing:
What others see: “OMGAHHH that’s so cute!” “The cutest thing ever!” “Love has no limits!”
What I see: “Diabetes, hypertension, high blood pressure, short mortality, sadness and depression that follows for the other still alive.” To love one’s body is to be healthy, not blindly following the fat loving trend.
Oh, Im sorry are you my personal fucking physician? Oh Im sorry, are you telling ME what it means to love MY body? OH Im FUCKING SORRY are you telling me that MY body acceptance journey is a trend?
More then all of the other bullshit health claims I have read, this, this one gets me the worst. For the love of god how DARE you call my self-love a trend. I love that so many kind people have been able to step outside of the typical perception of beauty and love and appreciate these pictures. But every once in a while some asshole like you comes out of the wood work to blow the whistle like “HOLD UP YOU IDIOTS, LET ME TELL YOU WHY THIS ISNT LOVE AND HER SELF LOVE AND LIFE STYLE CHOICES ARE WRONG” Well Im really glad you have found a way to make yourself feel superior to myself, my partner and all of the decent fucking people who support our right to live our life the way we fucking want.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I consider myself to be a pretty good person, I will say hello and be kind if you approach me, I do a lot of charity work and I have a reputation for being pretty funny. Im pretty smart, educated and all that. I play music in a band, I like to paint and party and kick it with my friends.
And I’m fat, but most of the time I don’t realize that.That might sound really confusing, so Let me break it down for you:
I have always been big, everyone in my family is big. For the most part I was raised to love who I am. I’ve never really had a problem with it, until the world told me my body was wrong. Until people made comments, called me names and alienated me. Until my clothing options, healthcare and job opportunities were compromised. Oh yeah and lets not forget being the poster-girl for laziness/bad hygiene and immoral lack of self-control. And yeah I skated by on being-class-clown-extreme-always-doing-somthing-crazy-girl in addition to being a fat girl. Shit, I was even Prom Queen(GASP!) But no matter how much *I love myself* I will always have to deal with people (Like you!) Sticking their misguided opinions into my life and ultimately trying to make me dislike myself. As happy as I am with me, strangers will still give me cards with “A GREAT NUTRITIONIST’S” phone number on them. People will still automatically assume I am sad and depressed with myself because MY GOD HOW COULD ANYONE BE HAPPY LOOKING LIKE THAT. My career, my artwork, my talent will always be watered down because its all seen through the fat-filter. My boyfriend will still be questioned relentlessly about his attraction to me. I could go on and on.
It’s so fucking sad that people consider my body size to be immoral or a bad example. People really think this is the worst I could do. Because I think that the real savage behavior is the blind assumptions people make about being fat.
The real immoral action is dehumanizing someone, taking their humanity and dissolving into nothing just by looking at them.
Final summation: Dont disguise fat-hate/body shaming as “concern for my health”>Don’t confuse skinniness with health>Don’t confuse health with moral superiority. And most importantly, don’t tell me how to live my life.
But srsly, preach sister. You two are fucking adorable and I kinda of want your bra.
