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youmightfindyourself:

Fat chicks bang hot guys… ALL. THE. TIME.I know that hot is relative and all inclusive depending on who you chat with, but for these purposes, lets talk about the “universally attractive” kind of hot. Y’know, the kind fat chicks don’t deserve? We want to pretend that we don’t know what I’m talking about, but lets be real; we totally do. The fact that “fat chicks bang ‘hot’ guys” was one of the most powerful realizations I’ve had thus far. In line with the above paragraph, I knew that there would be someonethat would find me attractive but the pool would be small (because of my body) and potentially full of guys I didn’t personally find sexy. So I would have to settle for anyone that would take me. After all, how could a conventionally gorgeous man (tall and with tattoos of course) like fat chicks?  Weh-he-hell, let me tell you somethin’: through various sites, events, parties, and corner store meetings, I found myself with over a hundred men who were champing at the bit to get with this. I was the one who had to sift through and pick the hottest of the hot. Ladies, over a hundred. “Girls” showed what society thinks about that when Hannah’s character has a weekend romance with an attractive and wealthy doctor. People flipped their shit. “Patrick Wilson is so hot he would never do Lena Dunham” was the most eye catching. Wilson’s wife responded to that rubbish here, but the tweet speaks volumes about what the majority of people think unconventional women deserve. Jesus christ, it’s annoying. I won’t spill the details of my bedroom coming and goings, but lets just say this: the hottest guys in Tucson and I get along just fine. I would recommend reading Emily’s article on xoJane for a better explanation of what I’m struggling to say. Know this: the myth that “atypical” bodies can’t be paired with “typically attractive” bodies is false. Women need to know that all bodies can be paired with all bodies.

Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls…So I WIll

lareviewofbooks:

Is the internet “a threat to human civilization”? Adam Morris reviews Julian Assange’s cautionary new book, Cypherpunks: Freedom and the Future of the Internet:

Cypherpunks would have the reader nakedly confront a truth that even a clear-eyed realist like Al Gore would find inconvenient: the dark steed on which we are “galloping into a new transnational dystopia” is nothing less than our favorite toy, tool, and distraction. “The internet,” Assange states portentously in the introduction, “is a threat to human civilization.” According to Assange, the “Information Superhighway” that Gore championed throughout the 1980s and 1990s ought now be renamed the Highway to Hell. Or at least — to borrow Assange’s terms — the Highway to “Postmodern Surveillance Dystopia.”

Read more here.

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vohnjincent:

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered. 
“Yes, Piglet?” 
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”

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this is probably the best quote from anything ever

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you will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
after your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.
in the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
when he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach.
you are the best friend again. he invites
you over for dinner and you say yes
too easily. remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner, everyone has to eat.
when he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.

in his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. his laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. do not think this is special.
do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
try to think of pilot lights and olive oil,
not everything you have ever loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. you will find her bobby pins
laying innocently on his bathroom sink.
her bobby pins. they look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. when he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
settle for target practice.

at home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. you will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? when he kisses her,
does she taste like wet paint?

you will want to call him.
you will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like “you are always
ticking inside of me and i dream of you
more often than i don’t.
my body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.”

do not call him.
fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
she must make him happy.
she must be his favorite place in minneapolis.

you are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.”