When You’re In The Middle Of A Binge And You Realize What You’ve Done 🤡🤡

L👀K AT THIS BABY !! ISNT SHE CUTE ?! SHES FUDGY AF TOO !!!

45 CAL MUG CAKE

This one’s chocolate & cinnamon flavour y’all.

This is a recipe I adapted from another recipe bc it was shit soo, here goes:

Ingredients:

1 tablespoon flour (28cal)

1/2 teaspoon baking powder (0cal)

1 teaspoon cacao powder (approx. 15cal, I used that raw Mayan superfood stuff but I’m sure any unsweetened cocoa powder would work)

1 teaspoon cinnamon (0cal, this wasn’t in the OG recipe but cinnamon has a laxative effect on me so bonus points for gettin muh bowels moooovin)

2 tablespoons zero cal sweetener (0cal)

1 tablespoon water (0cal, this was milk in the original recipe but milk is a ~fear food~ of mine so idfw milk)

Method:

Mix all the dry ingredients together (flour, baking powder, cacao powder, cinnamon, & sweetenerrr) and get rid of the floor/baking powder lumps cos they taste gross if they’re left in. It makes sort of a brown powder lookin thing.

Add the water and mix well until it’s smooooooooth af bby.

Microwave for 50 seconds.

Let it cool (it’s really fuckin hot) and enjoy! This is the most important step bitches.

This shit’s b o m b when you’re craving cake cos it’s just about the same texture and has a similar taste. You can of course add some vanilla extract if you wanna be ~fancy~, but I didn’t have any and I’m too lazy to go to the store lmao.

You are. Epilogue 03

Just keeping that story going!

#pascalcampion

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

hero: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO???

villain: *choking back tears* uh, yeah, i'm actually trying really hard here man

hero: *now looking uncomfortable* oh

its overwhelming.

In 1963, the Moscow-Washington hotline was installed to let the two countries talk quickly without the usual delay of diplomatic channels. To test the line, the first message sent was “THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPED OVER THE LAZY DOG’S BACK 1234567890.” It quite confused the English translators in Moscow!

Aye let’s play

some self thinspo.

it’s August. you wake up, arms lifting high above your head, towards the front of the bed, in a gentle yawn. you note their weightlessness, how easy it is to wrap a full hand around the other. your fingers, once plump, are now bony — you can see the pink of your knuckles blush vibrantly against the paleness of the rest of the hand, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window.

you turn over, and suddenly it all comes rushing back towards you. it’s the first day of college. last night, you and your roommate chatted for hours about your similarities, and for once, you’re not jealous. you look at her, and see yourself — you are both beautiful. skinny. her body and beauty are not a threat to you. you are finally one of the pretty ones. you belong in a room with her.

while she sleeps, you rise and dress for the unusually chill morning. finally, you can wear skirts; your thighs don’t rub against one another as they used to, and they don’t split runs in the pristine white tights that cover them so elegantly. you slip on a blouse; it too is white and thin, but there’s nothing to see behind it. your fat rolls don’t press against the fabric, and the only thing sticking out are your collarbones. over it you layer a cardigan, and pull the sleeves up over your sharp elbows. despite the chill weather, you intend to show off the wrists you worked so hard for off.

you then move to the bathroom, to brush your hair and teeth. makeup isn’t necessary, you’re already near-perfect just by your weight. but today, you slide a single swab of lipgloss across your lips, and a bit of mascara across your eyelashes.

god, you’re so ethereal.

as you walk out the door with your bag, you appreciate the lightness of your steps. for the first time in forever, you are confident. you are ready to take on the world. and you are skinny.