Una vez iban dos tortugas por un largo camino y el elefante le pregunta a la oveja ¿Cómo están tus plumas? en eso la golondrina sobrevuela y el avion que lleva a la reina se distrae mirandola volar, mientras tanto el burro observa la historia y no comprende nada.
my best friend is an atheist, but whenever she is comforting me with something in my life she uses examples of God to help me because she knows it makes me feel better, and vice versa, when i comfort her i never bring up God because i respect that it’s not something that helps or works for her
i feel like this is a model of how the world should work
that is perfect
this is my religious views in a nutshell. i would actually be so, so appreciative if my friends used God to comfort me like holy shit i’d never even considered the idea. o.o
"Attractive people will marry attractive people—you cannot aim above your natural status, and that’s just biology." My psychology teacher.
She was right. And I have met so many people who say otherwise, who spin cobwebs from their tongues and whose fingertips long since turned to charcoal. Buy beauty products, there’s always hope. Acne scars? Cover them up. A slight lisp? Do not speak, stammer, stutter or say anything.Mascara to run. Acid wash your blemishes.
"I noticed that they all had clear skin," Proactive (TM)
Forearms with veins—you’re a Beta if you can’t lift. Bodyfat percentages, bodyfat percentages, bodyfat percentages.
Straight backs, like finely layed bricks. No curves—curves are not pretty. Curves are not handsome. Stone, glorious, shaped and conforming—the making of beauty, of reciprocal love.
Do not eat. Do not ever put food in your mouth—do not soak in nutrients, food turns your skin a hue of violent red. Starve, as an artist would for his work—show them that suffering is beauty.
Deeper voices, no high pitches. Adam’s apple, a jaw that begs to be bitten—lines, angles, contoured—nothing round, round is hideous.
"Maybe you shouldn’t ask the pretties girl out to the dance," a father’s talk in the driveway of suburbia. "Find a nice girl, one that looks O.K. You look O.K.”
"We just don’t connect—there aren’t any sparks. I love men with sparks,” College, college, college.
"I just wanted you body," a half-stifled laugh among murmurs.
Flat stomach. Always flat, nothing spare, everything symmetrical. Art is wonderfully symmetrical. Taste your food, do not swallow. Get it out.
No glasses, don’t let them know you take pills—pills are for weaker people, weaker minds, weakness is not beauty. No braces, if you tried to fix yourself, they’ll know at some point you were broken—nobody wants broken. Brush your teeth, but that’s just for you. Keep your hair. I said, “keep your hair.”
Why is your lovely hair falling out?
Are you sick?
"No, it’s just biology."
an awesome poem by my awesome friend!! read it and his other stuff :D
you do not need to constantly justify yourself. go ahead. eat pancakes. eat a ton at dinner. eat ice cream sundaes at 1am. take a rest day. take six rest days. sleep in. watch a movie. watch ten movies. no explanations needed. you’re allowed to be kind to yourself.
i’m sorry, but imo being truly kind to myself on a mental, physical, and spiritual level is when i push myself to not do most of these things. this kind of stuff (especially the eating/lack of activity bits) is nice every once in a while but it feels like shit when it’s habitual, and i think classifying it as being “kind” to yourself is a load of excuse-making bullshit.