“She Forgot Her Knife That Morning.” Some Things Come Out Pretty Fucking Ominous When I Narrate My

Anyone who makes pot candies but doesn't market them as "lollipots" is wasting an opportunity.

Getting a hard on looking at skincare I can't afford.

When privileged people agree to not have conversations about oppression, or to drop the subject as soon as it gets awkward or heated, think about the fact that the common ground that has been reached by all involved is that helping the oppressed avoid ongoing harm is not as important as the privileged avoiding temporary discomfort.

This ant and I are the same level of smooth.

Always unsure. [Via @nathanwpyle]

The character development for Steve in Season Two was like anti-nausea meds for the vomit-inducing teen soap that was Nancy's love life in Season One.

The sweet, unrivaled joy of finally finding a toilet when you have to take a monumental piss <3

Fat-Shaming Is Not "Just Like Racism."

Fat-shaming is harmful. Fat-shaming is counter-intuitive to the supposed intent of the shamer. Fat-shaming is wrong. It is not, however, "just like racism." Fat amounts can fluctuate. A thin person can once have been fat, and can become fat again. A fat person can once have been thin, and can become thin again. For some, this can happen because that's just what someone's body is inclined to do at certain times in their life, while others may find they are able to make changes through changes in diet and exercise; others still may do so through surgery. This does not necessarily mean that they SHOULD do these things - simply that it is possible. Race CANNOT fluctuate. A white person cannot have at one point been indigenous to the Americas. A native of Paraguay cannot in the future be native to Sweden. A white person will not ever know what it is to be a person of color. These things are both wrong; they are not the same.

A new fun thing I started doing: eating ice cream while reading particularly toxic "thinspirational" vitriol.

Racist piece of human-shaped dog shit: “Our concentration camps weren’t like the Nazi concentration camps though.” Me: “Murica! Our concentration camps are the best concentration camps! USA!USA!USA!”

Not being able to afford your drugs is a hell of a drug.