But I feel so sad! And all alouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuune. Stupid festival with errybody. I can have plenty of my own fun here, thank you very much. She said through tears. No but really. I don’t know.
It’s 8 pm and I’ve had tons of junk food and no dinner. I’m watching videos from the London 5 of 5 created by my arch nemesis the flip cam owner.
What is my life, y’all?
Why do we live on opposite sides of the world??? The husband was unexpectedly called out of town (for a death in the family, not fun, but still away), so I am all alone for an undetermined length of time. I get the same way. I have fun for about a half a second while I dance party around the empty apartment by myself and then it’s like “ohhh, nope, still alone”. I just end up eating random crap instead of proper meals and before I know it I am having a marathon of some crap reality show with the spoils of my aloneness all around me. Pathetic really.
So uh. For like the last month or so I’ve been “indulging” and “treating myself” so often that it became habit again over rare occasion.
I don’t weigh myself anymore but go by feeling. I know these periods come where I pig out all the time. It’s stupid because a) My body is unhappy with me b) I…
I have been feeling absolutely horrible these past few days for this exact reason. I lost about 10 pounds and then three weeks ago just got that “oh I feel good and it’s summer so I don’t care!” thing, and now I’m just not even enjoying the crappy food that I’m eating. And I so easily slip back into my emotional eating that it scares me. I was having an awful night at work yesterday and when everyone left was just like “I don’t give a fuck, I am going to just eat even though my stomach still feels disgusting from all the other junk I already ate”.
I guess it is just reassuring to know that even someone halfway around the world sometime feels the same way. Body issues can be so isolating and lonely sometimes, that those moments of clarity where you realize you aren’t alone are so important.
“Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired
produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books
than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity…
We cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort,
their ready access reassurance.”—A.E. Newton (via petitefeministe)
“Fan: [To Misha] Did you hear, that Castiel stares at Dean so much because he finds him ‘interesting’?
Misha: [Laughs] Well, uh. You see, I think it’s because Castiel is trying to count Dean’s freckles, cause, you know, he has so many. And I think everytime Castiel gets close to counting them all, Dean turns away. So he has to keep starting over.
Jensen: I think you’re confusing Castiel with yourself again.”—Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles #Supernatural #SDCC” (via spncc1980)
It just drives me crazy the way our society tries to pit us against each other.
I get my biggest inspiration, motivation, support, networking, friendships, laughs and happy tears with other women. Sometimes girls go “Oh, I don’t like women. Guys are more honest, women just talk shit about each…
Go FUCK YOURSELF. She was an addict, yes. She was an alcoholic, yes. I’m pretty sure we all have our demons. Her music was beautiful, so hurt, so haunting, and that voice… I can’t even, right now. Her music moved people and made them feel… made ME feel. Amy was a true talent, which is a rarity now a days in the music world… Quit trying to be funny, ya fucks.
Agreed. This is the same thing I felt with Ryan Dunn’s death: Just because someone made mistakes, it doesn’t mean that their death is any less tragic.