Take Time To Tell Your Friends How You Feel About Them. Do It Often. Do It In Detail. Be Descriptive

Take time to tell your friends how you feel about them. Do it often. Do it in detail. Be descriptive about it. Whether they're mentally ill, neurospicy or totally stable, everyone needs to know they're loved and appreciated.

There's people in this world going years wondering what they actually mean to those around them, only to come to the horrifying conclusion that they mean nothing at all.

Let everyone you love know you love them today 🖤🖤🖤

If being fat is inherently unhealthy no matter what, regardless of genetics and bone structure and whatever else, THEN EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THERE'S SO MANY FAT ATHLETES?! AND EXPLAIN WHY THEY'RE SO FREAKIN HOT?! TELL ME YOU WOULD'NT LET THESE WOMEN DROPKICK YOU IN A MINUTE LIKE HOT DAMN-

I aspire to be like these women. I've been working out for a couple months, not with the goal of losing weight, but with the goal of gaining muscle and strength, and I feel the healthiest I've ever been... but I'm not the lightest I've ever been. I feel better at 240 lbs, working out and not stressing as much about food than I did at 210 lbs and dieting.

Find what health is to you and don't let diet culture take your joy 🖤🖤🖤

all my advice about using real athletes to learn drawing bodies beyond hard abs, and my particular pref being wrestlers, also applies to women btw. you can draw women who r strong and not an hourglass shape. fucking do it.

kris statlander, rhea ripley (look at her SHAPE), willow nightingale, ruby soho, these r just four off the top of my head that have obvious musculature and different body types. skye blue and julia hart have more slim cheerleader style bodies as well, i REALLY wanted to put emi sakura who is fucking STOUT (adoring) in this post but i couldn't find a good demonstrative pic, the list goes on

DRAW DIFFERENT BODIESSSSSSSS

Crumpled up on the floor of the shower

Hope the neighbors aren't home

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Like the photographs hung up

Of tangled up bodies

On my old kitchen floor

The faces come flooding in

Soak up the reasons why

We're not that close anymore

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AND I JUST

BLACK OUT

IT'S WHAT I DO

TO SURVIVE

LIFE'S GOT TWO

YELLOW LINES

AND I FELL ASLEEP

DRIVING

Your heart screams the words

Your mouth finds their shape

"I'm not gonna die here"

The glass cuts your feet

As you walk away

The picture gets clearer

It's a house up in flames

And you built your own cage

Just so no one could hurt you

If there's nothing to lose

There's nothing to gain

That's just something you learn through.

I headcanon that Nikolai Gogol suffers from Borderline Personality Disorder. He has an uncanny obsession with freeing himself from his emotions and essentially separating himself from humanity. It makes sense to me that this obsession would come from a place of feeling his emotions far too strongly for far too long; controlled entirely by overwhelming fear and sadness and mania and panic. Nikolai seeks to strip himself of humanity in desperate hopes that he'll be able to FINALLY get off his rollercoaster and feel remotely stable for the first time in his life... and I think it's quite possible that he, being so different, never felt human to begin with. (I don't kin Nikolai to a concerning degree, you do 😂)

JESUS COME QUICKLY

Everyone is speaking out of both sides of their mouth and everywhere I look there is death...