Men want us to kiss them with beards, suck their dicks and kiss their balls with pubes, hug them with hairy arm pits, intwine our legs with hairy thighs, but if women have one hair on our body that isn’t on our head it’s disgusting
And this is one of the many reasons why I am grateful for my partner, because he couldn’t give less of a shit if I shave my armpits, pubes, or legs.
I stopped looking at “fitspiration” because optimal health is not something that you can photograph. It’s something you feel. It’s something that varies from person to person.
I will never have a washboard six-pack. Striving to do so makes me feel shitty about myself. Instead, I aim to make my habits as healthy as possible and to make myself as happy as I can. I build strength by doing activities that are fun, by pushing my own unique limits. I know I am making progress because I make gradual improvements, not because I look any different in the mirror or in photographs.
Don’t judge yourself or compare yourself to others in the name of health. It is so not worth it.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)
oh my god, this this this this
this is everything