What is the worst feeling in the world? Acing a test, walking to a building and then shitting in a public restroom, only to realize that there is no toilet paper. Especially when you’re in the handicap stall and the wall to the next stall is too far away to ask for help. But you’ve already started. Just helpless pooping.
Went for a walk while at home this weekend and lost all motivation for school whoops
My body feels like a moldy garbage can in the rain that a homeless man may or may not have just farted on.
I have been sweating all morning and look like shit with a hat on it.
A person just held the door for me and smiled genuinely and said “You have a blessed day,” and I’m currently eating fries and chicken tenders, so overall today’s looking up.
Every time you say “You’re not fat, you’re pretty” you are implying that I can’t be both.
You are saying there is something wrong with being fat.
I’m fat, and I’m down with that and you will not ignore my body because it makes you uncomfortable.
I will be fat and in your face and you will fucking eat it up.
I was trying to explain this to a group of people the other day, and they just kept saying, “But it’s OK because you’re not fat.”
Fuck that shit.
making this right now. Lord knows I luh me some dump cake. Here’s the recipe for those of you who haven’t experienced the magic:
1 can cherry pie filling
1 can crushed pineapple
1 box yellow or white cake mix
1/2 cup butter
Mix the cherry filling and the pineapple together in a 9x13 pan. Sprinkle the cake mix evenly over top, and cut the butter into small squares. Distribute the butter evenly across the surface. Bake for 40ish minutes at 350 degrees Fahrenheit, and voila! You have a delicious, horribly unhealthy Southern delicacy.
Reblogging myself to say that this is definitely happening this week at some point.
Just wanted everyone to know that in the opening credits for the movie I’m watching in independent study this happened.
Doin hw with one of my favorite biddies in the studio