wynonasavenue

I just can’t any longer. I’m so so disgusted. 718 Palestinians dead. 718. They are not just numbers. They were human beings with lifes,dreams and people who loved them. Ripped out from life. And everyone continues as if it’s just a number increasing, as if IT’S NORMAL.AS IF IT’S SOMETHING YOU GET USED TO. WHAT ELSE HAS TO HAPPEN? How many have to die so they could at least get the attention the 3 dead settlers did?

thebodyloveblog
thebodyloveblog:

WARNING: Picture might be considered obscene because subject is not thin. And we all know that only skinny people can show their stomachs and celebrate themselves.


Well I’m not going to stand for that. 


This is my body. Not yours. MINE. Meaning the choices I make about it, are none of your fucking business. Meaning my size, IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
If my big belly and fat arms and stretch marks and thick thighs offend you, then that’s okay. I’m not going to hide my body and my being to benefit your delicate sensitivities.
This picture is for the strange man at my nanny’s church who told me my belly was too big when I was five.
This picture is for my horseback riding trainer telling me I was too fat when I was nine.
This picture is for the girl from summer camp who told me I’d be really pretty if I just lost a few pounds
This picture is for all the fucking stupid advertising agents who are selling us cream to get rid of our stretch marks, a perfectly normal thing most people have (I got mine during puberty)
This picture is for the boy at the party who told me I looked like a beached whale.
This picture is for Emily from middle school, who bullied me incessantly, made mocking videos about me, sent me nasty emails, and called me “lard”. She made me feel like I didn’t deserve to exist. Just because I happened to be bigger than her. I was 12. And she continued to bully me via social media into high school. 
MOST OF ALL, this picture is for me. For the girl who hated her body so much she took extreme measures to try to change it. Who cried for hours over the fact she would never be thin. Who was teased and tormented and hurt just for being who she was.
I’m so over that.
THIS IS MY BODY, DEAL WITH IT.
and FUCK YOU ALL who tried to degrade my being and sense of self with your hurtful comments and actions. 
GUESS WHAT IT DIDN’T WORK HAHAHAHAH
xoxoxoxoxoox

thebodyloveblog:

WARNING: Picture might be considered obscene because subject is not thin. And we all know that only skinny people can show their stomachs and celebrate themselves. Well I’m not going to stand for that. This is my body. Not yours. MINE. Meaning the choices I make about it, are none of your fucking business. Meaning my size, IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.

If my big belly and fat arms and stretch marks and thick thighs offend you, then that’s okay. I’m not going to hide my body and my being to benefit your delicate sensitivities.

This picture is for the strange man at my nanny’s church who told me my belly was too big when I was five.

This picture is for my horseback riding trainer telling me I was too fat when I was nine.

This picture is for the girl from summer camp who told me I’d be really pretty if I just lost a few pounds

This picture is for all the fucking stupid advertising agents who are selling us cream to get rid of our stretch marks, a perfectly normal thing most people have (I got mine during puberty)

This picture is for the boy at the party who told me I looked like a beached whale.

This picture is for Emily from middle school, who bullied me incessantly, made mocking videos about me, sent me nasty emails, and called me “lard”. She made me feel like I didn’t deserve to exist. Just because I happened to be bigger than her. I was 12. And she continued to bully me via social media into high school.

MOST OF ALL, this picture is for me. For the girl who hated her body so much she took extreme measures to try to change it. Who cried for hours over the fact she would never be thin. Who was teased and tormented and hurt just for being who she was.

I’m so over that.

THIS IS MY BODY, DEAL WITH IT.

and FUCK YOU ALL who tried to degrade my being and sense of self with your hurtful comments and actions.

GUESS WHAT IT DIDN’T WORK HAHAHAHAH

xoxoxoxoxoox

blackeyedl
grungevegan:

"Hello. Right. I wanna say something that I thought I’d never actually talk about. Before we wrote ‘Sempiternal’, I was a fucking drug addict. I was addicted to a drug called ketamine. I was on it for years, and I was fucked off my head. And um. My band wanted to kill me. My parents wanted to kill me. My fucking brother wanted to kill me. Everybody didn’t want to take me too well. But they didn’t. They stood by me, supported me through all that shit. And we wrote sempiternal because of it. And no one fucking knows, no one fucking knows this but I went to rehab for a month. And through that time, as well as my fucking band and my family, you guys were sending me… You had no fucking idea that I was in rehab but you were sending me letters, you were sending me texts, you were sending me fucking emails. And when I got out of rehab, I didn’t want to scream anymore. I wanted to sing it from the fucking rooftops. And it’s all thanks to you. So thank you very much." -Oliver Sykes APMA’s Speech

grungevegan:

"Hello. Right. I wanna say something that I thought I’d never actually talk about. Before we wrote ‘Sempiternal’, I was a fucking drug addict. I was addicted to a drug called ketamine. I was on it for years, and I was fucked off my head. And um. My band wanted to kill me. My parents wanted to kill me. My fucking brother wanted to kill me. Everybody didn’t want to take me too well. But they didn’t. They stood by me, supported me through all that shit. And we wrote sempiternal because of it. And no one fucking knows, no one fucking knows this but I went to rehab for a month. And through that time, as well as my fucking band and my family, you guys were sending me… You had no fucking idea that I was in rehab but you were sending me letters, you were sending me texts, you were sending me fucking emails. And when I got out of rehab, I didn’t want to scream anymore. I wanted to sing it from the fucking rooftops. And it’s all thanks to you. So thank you very much." -Oliver Sykes APMA’s Speech

Anonym asked:

I'll be going to school for a year in Stuttgart and I don't really know what I want to do i guess meet new people but I'm kind of at a loss

Ouuh :/
I don’t know much about Stuttgart. I’ve only been there like 5 times.
I guess I can’t help you, sorry

But don’t be shy. You’ll find friends, just be yourself :)

yess-we-can asked:

was gibt dir im leben kraft ?

Ich hab vor ein paar Wochen realisiert das, egal was passiert, sich die Erde weiter dreht.
Wenn man verlassen wird, in der Schule versagt, glaubt dass, man für immer allein bleibt oder sonst was passiert … es geht weiter.
Vielleicht lernst du ja auf der nächsten Schule oder dem nächsten Arbeitsplatz ja jemanden kennen. Vielleicht bist du nur eine Woche davon entfernt deinen zukünftigen besten Freund im Bus zu treffen oder du gewinnst im Lotto.
(Ich bin echt mies mit Beispielen)

Aber man darf nicht Aufgeben und muss seinen Prinzipien treu bleiben. Darauf kommt es an.
Auch wenn es jetzt vielleicht so aussieht als ob du nie glücklich wirst. Denk einfach daran … wenn du 18 bist kannst du irgendwohin gehen wo dich keiner kennt und es dir gefällt.
Ist vielleicht ein Wunschdenken aber wer will dich schon aufhalten ?