I am at a loss for words.
ARE YOU @#!*% @#!*% ME RIGHT NOW.
WHAT THE @#!*% @#!*% , RYAN.
THANK GOD YOU ARE NOT THE VICE PRESIDENT.
@#!*% YOU GO PLAY IN TRAFFIC
Brb gonna go throw up on a Bible.
heartjackson95 asked: How tall are you? Maybe you've already answered this somewhere, but I couldn't find it and I am very curious. Best wishes, heartjackson95
Anonymous asked: you should put more photos up!
Anonymous asked: you say you are in recovery but on twitter you want to get down to 88 lbs. is that healthy for you are would it be underwieght. seems the opposite of recovery?. not being mean or anything, just curious you can tell me to gtfo your business :)
You’re right, actually. I was thinking today about how such an unreasonable target weight is only ever going to impede my progress. I suppose letting go of such things is a part of “In recovery.” A phrase that has just sparked a rant of sorts in my brain, which I will spare you.
You didn’t choose the culturally imposed phrasing.
If you’re wondering, I would have chose “You say that you are attempting to relearn how to process and conduct daily life…”
#remember when sookie was played by a fat actress and there were literally no jokes about her weight on the show? #remember how she wasn’t defined by her weight? #remember how she got to date and get married and have kids and not be just the token funny fat friend of the main character? #remember when she ~got her life together and was happy before lorelai and that wasn’t seen as threatening?
BAD GIRLS DO IT WELL
The Gulabi gang is a group of women vigilantes active across North India. It is named after the pink saris worn by its members. The group was founded as a response to widespread domestic abuse and other violence against women. Gulabis visit abusive husbands and beat them with bamboo sticks. In 2008, they stormed an electricity office and forced officials to restore the power they had cut to extract bribes. The Gulabis have also stopped child marriages and protested dowry and female illiteracy.
Will never not reblog Gulabi gang.
THINGS I LIKE
- when people use my name in conversation
- when people say “this reminded me of you!”
- when people remember little things i say/do
- when people genuinely thank me for things i’ve done for them
- when i think of the same thing at the same time as someone else and you give each other the look
“On August 28, at least five months pregnant by a man who she said continued to rape her, Nevin Yildirim said she decided she had had enough. Gider was climbing up the back wall of her house. ‘I knew he was going to rape me again,’ she said at her preliminary hearing August 30.
She said she grabbed her father-in-law’s rifle that was hanging on the wall and she shot him. He tried to draw his gun and she fired again.
‘I chased him,’ she said. ‘He fell on the ground. He started cussing. I shot his sexual organ this time. He became quiet. I knew he was dead. I then cut his head off.’
Witnesses described Yildirim walking into the village square, carrying the man’s head by his hair, blood dripping on the ground.
‘Don’t talk behind my back, don’t play with my honor,’ Yildirim said to the men sitting in the coffee house on the square. ‘Here is the head of the man who played with my honor.’
She then threw Gider’s head to the ground.”
This woman…is the embodiment of badass.
I really, really hope she isn’t convicted.