okay i just wanted this on my blog because it’s one of the best things i have ever witnessed.
Hipster cred restoration.
This post is perfect.
LOL.
FOREVER freakin REBLOG!
THIS NEVER STOPS BEING HILARIOUS
Lol
This is my reaction to anyone wearing a band T-shirt even though they don’t even listen to them and think the shirt is cool.
GOD I am so sick of him, I have never seen someone who goes from being so loving to so distant in such a short fucking time. OH wait yeah I have, my ex who abused me did that shit. I won’t take it from him to.
The difference between bees and wasps.
Bee: Hi there friend! How are you today? I'm just doing my job, pollinating flowers and all, no need to be afraid of me, I'm just happy I get to enjoy this wonderful weather with you.
Wasp: Oh hey motherfucker, wanna go? I swear I will kill any cunt stupid enough to get 3 feet near me, I can sting you, and it will be the nastiest feeling you've had in awhile. Buzz Buzz, asshole. Bet that hurts doesn't it? Stupid fuck.
I think the main, horrifying thing about these airbrushed pictures being distributed, is there has been a lot of media hype calling this beautiful girl fat. It’s like, the media refuses to let her be proud of her body. They’ve even changed her face shape, making her almost unrecognisable. We always rant about how airbrushed photos affect us, but imagine how they must affect the people being airbrushed. Imagine feeling super confident and good about yourself after a photo shoot, and then seeing the end result and realising you weren’t good enough for the magazine. It must be crushing.
I remember, when my friend was practising photo shopping, she took a photo of my face and airbrushed it without my permission or even warning me. Personally, I found the un-airbrushed photo of myself more attractive, since it looked like me, but the airbrushed version was so disheartening. She’d changed the shape of my nose, elongated my face and taken out the scars by my eyes and the scar on my chest from my operation. She only did it as light hearted practice for her art exam, but it crushed me. She didn’t realise, and perhaps the photo-editors don’t realise, that by airbrushing out all the little imperfections on my face she made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. The little scars and freckles and the bump in my nose were all things that made me, me, and she took them away.
Similarly, by changing Jennifer Lawrence’s body, they’re telling her that no matter how successful she is, no matter how talented she is, she will not be good enough because of the things about her that make her who she is.
And I just find that sad.
Couldn’t have said it better.
Bless this post!
The photoshopped one looks horrible!
jennifer lawrence has got one of the most beautiful bodys! There is no fat, only curves. fucking sexy curves! And it makes me sad that society taught us to look like someone that barely exist. THAT IS HOW A WOMAN SHOULD LOOK LIKE. Like Jennifer Lawrence! The photoshoped one looks horrible. Every man out there will agree that THIS is how a perfect body should look like! Something to touch.
she just looks ill in the edited version…
I wanna go back to the generation where “going out” was going on a date, not immediatly begin bf/gf. I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you’ve been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense……
A drawing inspired by Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart aka one of the best songs EVER. For Ten Paces & Draw.
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
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