90% of the time when someone wears makeup to the gym is because, why the fuck are you gonna spend time washing of your makeup just to go to the gym?
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a girl’s feet will tangle yours under sheets you just bought for a night like this. the price tag is still glued to the plastic wrapping stuffed underneath the bed. her feet are frigid and feel like frostbite against your legs when you fall asleep, but they’re like mittens roasted over a fire when the sun blinks through the curtains.ii.
a girl’s legs are taut and thick. they’re flexible and enclose you in a straightjacket at 2 am when they knot around your waist and pull you just a little closer. if she’s still sleeping, it’s even better.iii.
her thighs will make you forget about your calculus homework and your french exam. they will make you forget about your father’s affair or your best friend’s disorders. they will make you forget your name and they will make you forget who you are without them. hold them as tight as you can. i promise, she loves it.iv.
when you were in fourth grade, they taught you stop, drop, and roll at the sign of a fire. when you’re in her bedroom on the second floor, her quivering hips will trick-start a similar fire in your teeth, and you’re going to want to listen to your fourth grade teacher, but don’t. if you stop, whatever it may be that you’re doing, she might kill you.v.
so in health class, they’re supposed to teach you that your hands will never fit somewhere like they will on a girl’s waist. it doesn’t matter if it’s wide and soft, or small and hard. your hands will adapt to her waist like the heart to your blood. they’ll feel as natural as fingers on an instrument.vi.
sometimes you can see her ribs; sometimes you can’t. they flicker like an old grainy movie under her skin, and they feel like sharp magma in your palms. they’re structure — they protect her. hold her there if you want her to feel like this house isn’t caving in on herself.vii.
her chest. promise her you’d never want anything more or anything less. if you don’t mean it, stop reading, and find someone else.viii.
taste her collarbone. dip in the crevices and valleys and plant trees at the bottom. root down, cherish the nature, and never ever underestimate a girl’s collarbones. they’re a place to sleep when its -11 outside. write scripts on her collarbone. they are forever.ix.
if you don’t know blueprints to her neck with your eyes closed from tracing it with your mouth, you’re doing it wrong. learn it. memorize it. you better know her pulse like counting with your dominant hand. kiss it like it’s her mouth. her neck will change over time, yes. but make sure you can change with it.x.
kiss her before she brushes her teeth. make fun of her morning breath. kiss her after, and make fun of the flavor of her toothpaste. kiss her when she’s angry and throwing the vase your mother bought her, and kiss her when she can’t stand and she bubbles over with tears like hot water. kiss her if she’s laughing and tell her it’s because she makes you happy. kiss her if she won’t stop talking because you want to taste her voice. kiss her when she isn’t talking because you miss it. kiss her in the shower and kiss her everywhere. if it’s raining, kiss her, and kiss her again when she calls you a cliche. kiss her in public because you want them all to know, and kiss her in private because you don’t need them to either. god, just kiss her on the mouth. nothing else matters. just fucking kiss her.
It really bothers me when girls talk crap about other girls at the gym. That skinny girl wearing the spandex pants and tank top who comes to walk the treadmill maybe doesn’t have the ability to run 5 minutes. That bigger girl who you think shouldn’t be wearing a tight top finally got the confidence to do so. That girl who wears makeup maybe has no self-esteem and thats the only way she’ll go to the gym. Regardless, what others are wearing or doing at the gym shouldn’t affect why you’re there. Stop putting a label on everyone because fitness is a lifestyle that should be welcoming to everyone.
^ and i feel bangin in makeup so i work out harder when i feel good
"Stay hydrated, stay exfoliated, stay fit etc etc" girl, I can’t even stay awake
Don’t leave a girl you need, for a girl you want.
She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect
things you don’t point out about people:
- acne
- cuts
- Scars
- body hair in places you’re not used to it being???
- fat rolls/curves
- how much/how little they’re eating
- how skinny they are/what bones they can see because of how skinny they are
- How fat they are.
- If they have crooked or misaligned teeth maybe even yellowed
- If they sweat a lot
don’t do it
don’t
Life tip: if they can’t fix it in 10 seconds or less don’t point it out
I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me.
It all starts when you suck in your stomach during that bikini photo.
At first, it’s just for that one profile picture, and then it becomes a habit.
You constantly feel the need to shrink, as if taking up space is wrong.
Next is the comparison.
You don’t realize you’re doing it,
But you can’t help but notice Chelsea’s long, slim legs.
You wonder why your legs aren’t quite as slim.
Shortly after, you start to wonder.
Why isn’t my stomach flat?
Why do my thighs jiggle?
Why is my hair so frizzy?
Why are my teeth so weirdly shape?
It’s the little questions you ask yourself, but soon you start to ask your family.
You find yourself blaming your mother for passing on her lousy genetics.
Then you decide it’s time to make a change.
At first it’s a positive change;
You start eating better and exercising a few days a week.
This becomes a habit and you start to feel good about yourself.
However, that habit slowly becomes an addiction.
You don’t notice at first, but you become obsessed with changing yourself.
Your aesthetics are extremely important to you.
You will do anything to get your dream body.
The obsession starts to control you.
You find yourself counting calories, and measuring out everything you eat.
Your three-day workout plan turns into seven days a week.
You can’t go out for pizza with friends, because you don’t know how many grams of fat that slice has in it.
It’s okay though, you tell yourself, at least you look good.
After months of hard work, you’re still not satisfied.
You’ve lost weight and toned your legs, but something still isn’t right.
That girl at the gym still has slimmer arms than you.
The girl at the mall still wears a smaller jean size than you.
Despite all your progress, you still feel inadequate.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Your mind starts creating these ideas.
At first, they sound silly.
But you start to listen, pondering the possibilities.
You decide to skip dinner that night, but just this once.
And so the cycle begins.
You find yourself in a dark place.
Confused, and unsure of what the right course of action is.
It’s okay though, you tell yourself, at least you look good.
But do you feel good?
Is it worth it?
This is the most relevant post of my entire life :/
There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.
FYI if you think permanent body modification like tattoos are awesome but think changing the shape of a nose is terrible you’re an enormous hypocrite
