Lose Yourself

Sorry, it’s not that easy to kill an angel.

Fri, 24 May 2013 02:28:29 -0400

Sorry, it’s not that easy to kill an angel.

agentotter: detectivebuttcop: hi, baby. i wanna say i reached...

Fri, 24 May 2013 02:08:16 -0400

detectivebuttcop:

hi, baby.

i wanna say i reached a point in my depression where i literally just didn’t even care what i looked like anymore. apathy is my biggest problem, tbh. but that doesn’t really help you, so here’s a positive list of things people actually, literally do to raise their self-esteem. and i’ve noticed that i actually do these things automatically when i’m feeling less shitty in general, so there’s that.

stop insulting yourself. i know it’s hard, man. it gets habitual, and you can’t really help the way you feel. but it really does start with your brain. every time, and i mean every damn time, you hear your brain going, “gross,” and “you’re fat,” and “don’t wear those, you’ll look disgusting,” pointedly yell inside your brain about how hot you are. i’m being serious. do it. your brain goes, “ugh, your face,” and you finish, “is goddamn magnificent.”

fuck the haters. i literally say this to myself all the time. i hit this point eventually where i was so angry at everyone around me that one day i was putting on clothes for school and i looked in the mirror and i was like, “this outfit is ridiculous. no one will think you look good, you look so stupid, all the time.” and then i was like, “who gives a shit?” and i wore leggings and mismatched socks and a cat sweater to school and no one said shit because i was a head fucking cat sweater bitch in charge.
who cares if those pants are “unflattering?” who cares if those shoes make your feet look clunky? who actually gives a shit if your belly fat is making you look pregnant? anyone that does care about those things is a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve your glorious visage around them anyway. fuck people who make you feel like shit. piss on their socks.

i probably think you’re a babe. i’m actually serious, because there’s like a 99.9% chance you’re a babe. post selfies, tag me, i might reblog them and praise you. being praised helps. selfie therapy, man. and if anyone talks shit, repeat the mantra from #2.

pick out a rad outfit every fucking day. pick one out. one you like. do you like those blue leggings but don’t have anything to wear them with? wear them with whatever you want, fuck the haters. do you want to be wearing red pumps, but you also want to be wearing sweats? do it, fuck the haters. it’s your athletic red carpet look, fuck ‘em. do you come to school in pajamas and a swimsuit top, and all your friends are like, “uhhhhhh???” just look them in the eye and be like, “i’m awesome.” and if they disagree, vomit into their open eye sockets because fuck the haters. i really can’t oversell how often i think the phrase “fuck the haters,” man.

when people tell you you look good, don’t defy them. it just reinforces the idea with you and with people around you that hating the way you look is normal and accepted. you shouldn’t be hating the way you look, dude! i mean, i’m not judging if you do, but i know firsthand it’s not a good place to be. you’ve got enough shit to worry about and the world has enough haters; you don’t need to also be bullying yourself.
if someone’s like, “hey, cute hair,” be like, “thanks, i like your sweater.”
if someone’s like, “where’d you get those pants, goodwill?” be like, “yeah, it’s called being economic, where’d you get your personality, my asshole?” and then roundhouse kick them out of your fuckin’ face because you’re a goddamn stallion.

mirror compliments are a must. you’ve probably heard this before. i’m not talking about looking in the mirror and being like, “you are okay. you look good. you are a nice person,” i am talking about looking in the mirror and announcing, “literally everything about me is attractive. there isn’t actually a single flaw on me.”
address your cat and yell, “point out one thing on me that isn’t fucking perfect.” if your cat raises its eyebrows and points at your arm fat, it’s time to get a new fucking cat, dude, because your arm fat is fucking gorgeous. you know why it’s gorgeous? because it’s attached to you and you’re motherfucking godly. “this is a problem,” you say as toothpaste drips down your chin. “i am fucking hilarious, and my eyes are like desert gems. my personality sparkles.”
literally every time you see your reflection. every fucking time. try hitting on yourself. good job. now try hitting on yourself without laughing. try again.

dress for comfort and for style. if something looks good but makes you feel like a spiral-cut ham in a thong, this thing is not a good thing for you. if something feels good, but makes you look like a spiral-cut ham in a thong, fuck the haters, ham is delicious and thongs hide panty lines.
personally??? i like the maternity section. my very favoritest shorts in the world are maternity shorts, they have this three-inch elastic waist, they’re glorious. it’s not too much more expensive than everything else, and it’s about comfort, because apparently women are allowed to be comfortable if they’re procreating.
and if you feel good, you’ll probably… you know, feel good. i know, weird.

if you’re ever thinking a bad thing that’s making you unhappy, and no amount of praising yourself will help, think about something else. you are allowed to say, “nope. this train of thought is upsetting me,” and change the mental subject. you can do that whenever you want. i promise. you deserve that.

try masturbation. don’t even think of it as a means to an end, like this arduous path to orgasm. it’s about enjoying your body. look at it. touch it. am i creeping you out? are you creeping yourself out? good. now keep doing it. explore yourself. do it slowly. if something feels good, do it again. if something feels bad, don’t do that anymore. masturbation is a No Self Judge Zone. you can look like and do whatever you want and ain’t nobody gonna say shit.
you talkin’ shit, shampoo bottle? you’re just mad because you don’t have these bitchin’ thighs.
take your time. do it until you’re bored. then do something else. touch yourself while you watch a movie. touch yourself while you’re trying to sleep. don’t touch yourself in public. you’ll get arrested. because looking that good is illegal.

my biggest rule is everyone’s a babe, no matter what. and i know what you’re thinking, dashiel robert parr: “if everyone’s a babe, no one is.” but guess what: that’s not even true. because when everyone’s a babe, everyone’s a babe.
it’s never okay to make fun of someone for the way they look. i mean, alone with your friends where they could never hear you, sure, fine, but once everyone starts being a babe, that stops being fun, anyway.
if you’re busy affirming everyone around you, you probably won’t have room in your awesome head for shit like “i’m fat,” because you’ve got more important shit to think about. like, for example, “i’m fat, and everyone around me is jealous of all my awesome.”

here are some rules for everyone being a babe:

being fat is not the same thing as being ugly. if a store doesn’t carry your size, that store is for douchebags and not normal people. the average woman’s dress size is in the double-digits, fuck the haters. being fat is not bad. equating it with not being attractive is.

if you don’t like a thing on someone, like if you don’t dig their top or if you wish their hair was different, don’t say, “oh my god that guy’s hair,” say, “that guy’s hair is not my bag.” maybe they really dig it! maybe they got that haircut, looked in the mirror, and they were like, “you’re like if a supermodel became the president and then travelled exclusively by jetpack.” maybe that hair’s super important to them, makes them feel good! you don’t want people to pop your happy balloon, so don’t pop anyone else’s.

don’t let people talk shit. about you or anyone else, and that includes themselves. if they go, “man, i love this kind of top, but i can’t wear it,” be like, “you’d probably rock it.”
if they go, “well, it doesn’t match my body type,” be like, “everything matches your body type.”
if they go, “well, it doesn’t come in my size,” be like, “fuck this place. where are we? where am i? hollister? why are we here? let’s go to target.”

if you weren’t you. like, if you were a friend instead of you. what would you think if you heard the thoughts you have? how would you feel if you heard your best friend saying those things about themself? i know my best friend has problems with a shitty self image, and that makes me sad because she’s a breathtaking irish flower from beyond the stars. she’s like those flowers from that sailor moon movie. you know the one. (if you don’t, just accept that they were deadly and awesome.)
the answer is, affirm your friends even if they look like shit with the flu. even if they look like a dead fish in lipstick, be like, “you look bangin’.” because that’s what friends are for! they think their friends look like hotties all the time because they love each other!
treat everyone like your friend until proven douchebag.

and even on your days when you’re feeling like shit—because everyone has days where despite their best efforts they are feeling like shit—at least you’re an awesome person.

because you are! you’re awesome! you wouldn’t have been born if you weren’t awesome. there’s a higher power, man, and that higher power is so judgmental, and you were born anyway. that higher power’s name is phil, and phil was like, “this bitch is flawless,” and cast you out into the world to grace us with your babin’ perfection. which—thank you, by the way.

you’re allowed to look like barf warmed over in your own damn house because you work hard all the time, walking and breathing and looking at things and shit, and you deserve time off whenever you want it. because—yep. you guessed it.

fuck the haters.

i know that was mostly unintelligible. i hope it helped. just a little.

because you’re flawless and everyone is flawless and everyone deserves to feel flawless whenever they want.

so you don’t think you’re “conventionally beautiful.” who gives a shit? convention was invented by awful people with shitty, narrowminded taste.

you’ll notice convention is built and upheld by the people who fit its standards. you think that’s coincidence? it’s not. it’s built up to preserve the ideal beauty, which is a tall, skinny, young, white, cishet man with a tall, skinny, young, white, cishet girlfriend whose only job is to be proud of her boyfriend, while also producing money from nowhere.

fuck that shit. fuck all of that shit. i’m not about that.

i’m about you being a head motherfucking bitch in charge. you’re gorgeous, you’re fucking rad, and everyone is lucky you’re around. fuck the haters.

This is perhaps the most glorious missive I have ever read.

destieltheory: brakes: double date i didnt know how badly i...

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:58:21 -0400

destieltheory:

brakes:

double date

i didnt know how badly i needed this until it found me

*raises arms to sky* thank

humansofnewyork: “I just won MVP on my soccer team!”

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:23:03 -0400

humansofnewyork:

“I just won MVP on my soccer team!”

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Fri, 24 May 2013 01:21:34 -0400

"New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 05:14:00 -0400

“New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition murderous. But there is one thing about it—once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.”

- John Steinbeck, 1953 (via quasimentou)

“Gatsby, he had a grand vision for his life since he was a...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:52:26 -0400

“Gatsby, he had a grand vision for his life since he was a boy.No amount of fire could challenge the fairy tale he had stored up in his heart.”

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey: roses-are-purple: h-ella: razo...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:42:20 -0400

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

roses-are-purple:

h-ella:

razorshapes:

Bridges usually go right over water – they don’t even touch the surface. Surprisingly, if you submerge the vast majority of the structure under water, allowing pedestrians to effectively travel between the waves, it makes the whole experience of using a bridge much more exciting. Moses may have thought of it but it’s taken about 3,000 years for us to catch up, all thanks to Dutch architects Ro & Ad.

QUEUED

But…what if it rains and the water level rises?

it’s obviously raining in the picture so the probably build it at maximum average water height for when it rains in that area

the bridge could also have a buoyant quality (sort of like a hanging chain bridge over a ravine) that would allow it to rise and fall with the water.

tumblr No 5

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:34:46 -0400

dustedmorphagus:

A little bit of Sherlock in my life,

A little bit of Doctor Who by my side.

A little bit of Supernatural is all I need,

A little bit of Avengers is what I see.

A little bit of Lord of The Rings in the sun,

A little bit of Merlin all night long.

A little bit of Harry Potter here I am,

A little bit of tumblr makes me your man!

narobe: mooliesauce: ellieiero: you know in like 20 or 30 years or so theres gonna be a section...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:17:42 -0400

narobe:

mooliesauce:

ellieiero:

you know in like 20 or 30 years or so theres gonna be a section in history books dedicated to this time period where gays were fighting for their right to marry and suffering from discrimination

and the kids learning about it in class are going to be disgusted by the mere fact that gays had to even try to fight for what was rightfully theirs

I think about this a lot

looking forward to this

I really hope it doesn’t take 20 or 30 years…

imahighfunctioningfangirl: screamsinsilence527: avengerlicious: So I’m re-reading Philosopher’s...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:17:08 -0400

imahighfunctioningfangirl:

screamsinsilence527:

avengerlicious:

So I’m re-reading Philosopher’s Stone and I finally notice something. The night Harry first finds the Mirror of Erised is Christmas night. Rowling wrote it so Harry gets to spend Christmas with his family.

My heart just broke

The sound I maDE WAS NOT HUMAN

longlivethemoose: Welcome to the new age

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:16:02 -0400

longlivethemoose:

Welcome to the new age

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Thu, 23 May 2013 02:08:41 -0400

curvaliciousfashion: “Attractive and Fat” Many of you have...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:06:15 -0400

curvaliciousfashion:

“Attractive and Fat”

Many of you have probably heard of the CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch’s controversial and flat out rude comments that the company doesn’t sell XL or XXL sizes for women because they want “cool” people to wear their clothes. Well, this blogger wrote an open letter to Jeffries and included these photos of herself and what is considered a “typical” male model body type.

Some quotes from her letter:

“The only thing you’ve done through your comments (about thin being beautiful and only offering XL and XXL in your stores for men) is reinforce the unoriginal concept that fat women are social failures, valueless, and undesirable.”

“This is largely attributed to companies like yours that perpetuate the thought that fat women are not beautiful. This is inaccurate, but if someone were to look through your infamous catalog, they wouldn’t believe me.”

“P.P.S. You should know your Large t-shirt comfortably fits a size 22. You might want to work on that.”

This has to do with fashion, though perhaps not in the way this blog has so far posted. But this sort of confidence is the sort of thing that we want our choices in clothes to reflect. You should be able to wear whatever you want and feel confident - no matter what other people may say or think.

7sunriseoversea: THIS IS FANTASTIC

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:05:35 -0400

7sunriseoversea:

THIS IS FANTASTIC

humansofnewyork: “We’ve been friends since we were 13.” “What’s...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:05:00 -0400

humansofnewyork:

“We’ve been friends since we were 13.”

“What’s the most fun you’ve ever had together?”

“Oh, we don’t know…”

“Well, what’s the hardest you’ve ever laughed together?”

“Now you listen here! I want you to write down these questions you’re asking us, pull them out when you’re 85 years old, and see if you can answer them yourself!”

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Thu, 23 May 2013 01:58:30 -0400

littlepaperhugs: i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be...

Thu, 23 May 2013 01:57:11 -0400

littlepaperhugs:

i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud of you even if all you did today was exist. i am proud of you for existing.

humansofnewyork: “I tend to click well with quiet people...

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:57:31 -0400

humansofnewyork:

“I tend to click well with quiet people because they let me talk a lot.”

the-absolute-best-posts: BABY DUCK FALLING ASLEEP

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:34:31 -0400

the-absolute-best-posts:

BABY DUCK FALLING ASLEEP