liltedlullaby:

undef-eat-able:

This comparison is important. The difference in these two birthdays is important. These photos are taken exactly a year apart: the left is my 18th birthday and the right is my 19th birthday. Here’s how these nights went:
18: I went out to a sushi restaurant with close friends and family. I refused to drink my first legal drink. I was wearing 2 pairs of pants and 3 sweaters. I had one bite of sashimi, ran to the bathroom, locked myself in the stall and purged. I refused to come out and my mom had to get the manager to unlock the door. I cried my eyes out and I had to convince the manager to let me sneak out the back because I was too embarrassed to go back to my own birthday party.
19: I met up with the same (with a few additions) group of friends at a pizza and wine bar. I had half a pizza, 3 glasses of wine and a slice of birthday cake. Scratch that, I had my face pushed into a piece of cake. In this picture I am over 30lbs heavier than one year ago today. I am wearing a thin tank top. I am warm, I am fulfilled and I love myself. (I am also pretty drunk).
I want you to know that recovery is 100% possible. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Some days, it took literally all my strength to push through meals. But I did it, and others can too. Eating disorders are not a “for life” sentence, although they feel like it. With hard work, adventure and patience, you can learn to love yourself again. You can learn to hold yourself together again.
Choosing to let Anorexia consume me would have been one of the last decisions I would have ever made. Choosing recovery was the single greatest decision I’ve ever made. 

WOW. JUST WOW.

liltedlullaby:

undef-eat-able:

This comparison is important. The difference in these two birthdays is important. These photos are taken exactly a year apart: the left is my 18th birthday and the right is my 19th birthday. Here’s how these nights went:

18: I went out to a sushi restaurant with close friends and family. I refused to drink my first legal drink. I was wearing 2 pairs of pants and 3 sweaters. I had one bite of sashimi, ran to the bathroom, locked myself in the stall and purged. I refused to come out and my mom had to get the manager to unlock the door. I cried my eyes out and I had to convince the manager to let me sneak out the back because I was too embarrassed to go back to my own birthday party.

19: I met up with the same (with a few additions) group of friends at a pizza and wine bar. I had half a pizza, 3 glasses of wine and a slice of birthday cake. Scratch that, I had my face pushed into a piece of cake. In this picture I am over 30lbs heavier than one year ago today. I am wearing a thin tank top. I am warm, I am fulfilled and I love myself. (I am also pretty drunk).

I want you to know that recovery is 100% possible. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Some days, it took literally all my strength to push through meals. But I did it, and others can too. Eating disorders are not a “for life” sentence, although they feel like it. With hard work, adventure and patience, you can learn to love yourself again. You can learn to hold yourself together again.

Choosing to let Anorexia consume me would have been one of the last decisions I would have ever made. Choosing recovery was the single greatest decision I’ve ever made. 

WOW. JUST WOW.

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awwww-cute:

"Oh boy Oh boy, we got a call! Let’s roll, partner!"

awwww-cute:

"Oh boy Oh boy, we got a call! Let’s roll, partner!"

javeliner:

hang on, wait a second

onlylolgifs:

Accidentally hurting someone vs. accidentally hurting an animal

zombikki:

beemill:

Massachusetts State Police Issue Apology for “Racial Profiling Saves Lives” Bumper Sticker, But Not Before Lying About It

Massachusetts State Police issued an apology Monday for a bumper sticker on one of their police cruisers that read: “Racial Profiling Saves Lives,” but not before lying about it.

Boston resident Chris Kantos, was walking Sunday morning and came across on official police cruiser, number 1183, and noticed an odd bumper sticker on it.

Kantos tweeted this image out immediately.

Instead of apologizing immediately, Boston PD removed the sticker and published a second image of the cruiser with no bumper sticker. Then accused Kantos of photoshopping the image.

“Why on earth would I photoshop something like that?” Kantos asked on Twitter.

read more: http://thefreethoughtproject.com/police-issue-apology-racial-profiling-saves-lives-bumper-sticker-lying/

what the fuck

foreignqueer:

lust-in-her-eyes:

Today’s selfies.

How are you even real!?

mehay1:

LOL, every photo of Michael Ealy is like driving through New Zealand — each new vista is breathtaking.  The ‘oh, wow,’ moments never ending…

Reblogged from Sic Parvis Magna

doctor-lewis:

lost girl + tumblr

wincestplease:

mishawinsexster:

Supernatural Dramatic Zooms: A Comprehensive History

the pie wins

Reblogged from I AM THE WIDOWMAKER
nowyoukno:

Now You Know shots have been fired by Taco Bell. (Source)

nowyoukno:

Now You Know shots have been fired by Taco Bell. (Source)

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sogniirrealizzabili:

artsyblackkid:

ughfml:

this is one of the sweetest gestures i’ve ever seen. i mean, most of the models would’ve just walked away and leave that poor girl there, on the ground.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen a model do this. 

Ah

Reblogged from On your left!

ohsoblackandwhite:

sometimes i ask myself, ”what artifact would i have created at this point if i were to create one with my life??”

the only answer i came up with is: 

a box of triscuits that makes you cry over fictional lesbians

Casual Stan is my favourite Stan [part 2].
ft. Those skinny black pants I want so bad.

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