Such a nice weekkeenndd. Friday I did laundry and cleaned my apartment, then that night Liz, Matt, and Jessi came over. We just drank and talked. The next day Liz,Matt, Nick and I watched that ridiculous episode of kitchen nightmares cause we really wanted them to see it. Went up to NH where Marie and Jim had decorated and gotten a cake for matt for graduating. We ate and then we watched Nick and I’s wedding video since they had never seen it. Then we played games, mostly cards against humanity. Then we watched the finale episode of SNL that we taped. Went to bed around 3. Woke up, ate breakfast, and went grocery shopping. We dropped Matt off, and came home to watch the hockey game and then we watched watchmen. Weird that Matt is leaving to make a permanent home in California. He was such a big part of our lives for so many years. In a way it is easier because he and Liz had already been broken up for over a year, and he had been in California for half a year already. But it is still odd. Knowing he will be making a life over there, and we will slowly be phased out. wah. Working the next 5 days, but excited to have a weekend off with no set plans as of yet. uhhh and that’s it I guess. Nothing super exciting.

paid to rent a movie on demand… lol. Watched silver linings playbook because I have wanted to see it. Just finished it, and really enjoyed it. Now I see why it was up for so many Oscars! Also Alabama Shakes is on the soundtrack and I like that. Worked today. Have tomorrow off. Going to do laundry and clean up. Excited for Liz and Matt to come over. Excited to spend some time with Nick. Little things.

Alone together a moment

on the twenty-second anniversary

of their wedding,

he clasped her as she stood

at the sink, pressing

into her backside, rubbing his cheek

against the stubble

of her skull. He gave her a ring

 of pink tourmaline

with nine small diamonds around it.

She put it on her finger

and immediately named it Please Don’t Die.

They kissed and Jane

whispered, “Timor mortis conturbat me.”

the fear of death confounds me.

I know it’s so stupid, but I am seriously thankful that I have found tumblr and all these fat confident babes. Even if I don’t even fucking talk to them or whatever, it is awesome to know that there are sooo many other people out there going through the same shit, and knowing that we are all fierce as fuck and are all beautiful. It is so nice to be able to find somewhere on the internet  in the world, where you feel like your weight is a non-issue.

fuckyeahfatvegans:

<3 respect <3

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<3 respect <3

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tessmunster:

kspingree:

Okay, guys, seriously.

I have just found my new idol.

And she is GORGEOUS.

And fucking FIERCE. 

And fucking SO GODDAMN INSPIRING.

Tess Munster. Plus-sized model. But not one of those lie-tastic-“plussized” models who are only a size 8 or 10. She is a completely legit , actually curvy, actually PLUS SIZED model. And she is… just… so beautiful. I can’t handle it. She actually makes me feel like it isn’t a horrible thing to be overweight. And she gets SO MUCH SHIT from people! Like, insane amounts of hate-mail just because she is overweight. People say she is encouraging obesity in young women. 
A) No, that is not the point and pleasestophatingfatpeoplejustbecauseyouaremadeofBITCH

and

B) I know plenty more models who *actually* encourage eating disorders, and most people seem to love them, so apparently youdon’treallycareabouthealth.

So… just so you know… I think I may be in love with her. And also she has links to plus-size fashion sites that don’t just encourage moo-moos and baggy flowery maxi dresses.

^_^ So much love for this woman. So much love.

Gahhhhhhh! This is so sweet! I don’t even know where to start or what to say….but thank you!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Much love to you!

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