DAN, YOU’RE MAKING IT INCREDIBLY HARD FOR ME TO WALK.
WELL, YOU’RE MAKING IT INCREDIBLY HARD FOR ME OT BREATHE, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
YES, RIGHT, BUT YOU’RE ALSO HURTING MY EAR.
THE EAR THAT IS INSIDE MY EYE RIGHT NOW, FILLING THAT EYE WITH THE ONLY THING I WANT TO LOOK AT FOREVER, WHICH IS YOU?
YES, MOST LIKELY, AND THAT IS SWEET, BUT WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY IS-
THAT YOU LOVE ME TOO? FOREVER? BECAUSE WE ARE TOTALLY SOULMATES?
DOES ONE SOULMATE OFTEN PREVENT THE OTHER FROM WALKING IN A STRAIGHT LINE? IS THAT HOW IT WORKS?
SURE. IT’S PROBABLY ALL THE WEAK KNEES AND SWOONING YOU’RE EXPERIENCING FROM BEING IN LOVE WITH ME SO HARD.
DAN, IT’S YOUR HEAD, WHICH IS SMOOSHED DIRECTLY INTO THE SIDE OF MY HEAD, FORCING ME INTO TREES AND BUSHES.
FORCING YOU INTO LOVE, YOU MEAN.
GOD DAMN IT, DAN.
How to tie shoes for running
Wait I need this for my dystonia!!!!
seems like valuable info to pass along
I would have threw out 115$ shoes if I didn’t use the Toe problem one. God bless this post.
I use the heel slipping one and it actually works.
I need to try the arches one. I forgot last time this came around.
I’M JUST ASKING BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND! IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU’RE USING THE WORD FEELS WHEN YOU MEAN TO SAY FEELINGS!
I AM! THAT’S WHAT I DO NOW! AND I’M HAVING A TON OF NEGATIVE FEELS ABOUT YOUR TONE POLICING MY EXPRESSIONS! ONLY MEMBERS OF MY HEADCANON CAN DO THAT!
YOUR WHAT? WHAT LANGUAGE ARE YOU SPEAKING?
STUFF IT, DOUCHETWINKLE! YOU’RE JUST TOO OLD TO UNDERSTAND THAT FEELS ARE A CRYPTOCURRENCY THAT CAN BE REDEEMED FOR SOCIAL ACCEPTANCE WITHIN FANDOMS! LIKE BITCOIN FOR YOUR HEART!
TOO OLD? WE’RE THE EXACT SAME AGE! AND WHAT THE HELL IS A FANDOM?
YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
I NEVER SAID I WAS!
This is open access. If you click on the link you can read the whole paper (click to read the PDF at the bottom of the page)
girls who inherited their mother’s eating disorders club
picture of the dorothy as a young girl
The negative voice in my head is always my mother’s.
Ugh yeah my mother used to always tell me that it wasn’t fair that I was thin when she wasn’t because I didn’t deserve it
In my case, it wasn’t my mom; my mom never talked about my weight or hers, or my sister’s. It was my paternal grandmother who was always, ALWAYS talking about weight and dieting. Fuck, man, she STILL tells me “You’re getting SO THIN!” (Also “so pretty.” Which? Fuck you, lady. She gave up on “so tall” a couple of years ago when I snapped and short of shouted about how I had been the same height since I was 14.)