support ALL fat women, not just the ones with hourglass figures and smooth skin. support fat women with apron bellies, with small boobs, with flat butts, with visible rolls, with arm flaps, with thick necks, with no jawline, with “multiple” chins. support fat women with big shoulders, fat women who’s waists don’t go in, who have stretch marks on their armpits and arms and stomach, not just on their chest and thighs or butts or “attractive” places.
support disabled fat women. support fat women of color. support fat trans women. support fat women when they wear crop tops and low rise jeans and bikinis and support fat women when they wear hijab and abayas. support fat women who are advocates and support fat women who are just trying to live their lives in peace
not just the women you’re attracted to. not just the ones you find “palatable”, not just the ones who are “thick”. all of us.
manic (gansey) pixie (blue) dream (ronan) girl (adam)
My taste in books: sad queers being unhinged.
"sex scenes have no narrative purpose" is such a funny take on so many levels. people will really believe that the whole human experience is valuable to portray artistically except sex, which of course has never held emotional weight or significance for anybody
we used to dye our tongues on purpose using kool-aid and i stood in the sprinklers with the grass already so muddy it was starting to do that thing where your lawn is now quicksand
i think i want to kiss you because you remind me of smoothing out the chalk drawing with gentle fingers. of anthills and feeding birds our leftover lettuce. of getting covered in briars while we picked blueberries from the backyard bush. i think i want to kiss you because it's a bad idea, and i think i want to kiss you because of how water grips the side of a pitcher of iced tea.
you said your life was a toddler's art piece, with paint splatted on your floor, in your mouth, in your hair. i was delighted by that.
i loved the idea of leaving color everywhere.
puts a bow in his hair and grabs his face to apply lipgloss and sends him to war and he kills 10,000 men
is another book too much to ask for at this point
actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.
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