Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
This one looks like a scanner
This one poaches eggs too
Fucking hamster wheels
This ones see through
This one hangs on the fucking wall
It’s like a flower
Hand held toaster
Need a reminder? write it on your toast
Old school like the old school
WERE LOSING HIM SIR NOT ON MY WATCH
Now you know todays weather
i didn’t realize that a toaster fandom actually existed. this is beautiful.
I wish I had known about this when we had all that fucking snow this winter.
#do you wanna stab a snowman #it doesn’t have to be a snowman
#it doesn’t have to be a snowman
Scene Queens: Where Are They Now?
i didn’t know just how badly i needed to see this
We all know that feeling, vending machine
my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.
fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.
it’s not true. none of it is true.
people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.
one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.
i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.
i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.
my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?
you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.
the response from this post of mine has been incredible! i’m so so so so honored and thankful for the positive commentary added and the wonderful messages received. i think this is one of the few posts of me that has ever been circulated that didn’t have terrible, cruel commentary on it. thanks so much, y’all.
love this woman
Some videogames have character creators.
And some have character creators.
When it showed editing individual face planes my jaw fucking dropped, and continued to do so. I’m so angry the sites down what is this game?!
Okay, I did some digging. It’s Black Desert by Pearl Abyss and it’s a sandbox-oriented MMORPG. This is the official Korean site. (The broken site in the youtube video was an English fan site.) There’s a page on wikipedia for it and I also found another site that seems to be tracking the game. http://www.blackdeserthq.com/
Personally, I hope they make a customization only version where you can save and stock characters for reference, but I’d probably buy both just looking at how gorgeous the world looks.
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I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT
I will spend HOURS on it oh joy
these graphics are gonna destroy my computer
i can’t wait
I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.
I haven’t shaved my legs in months and I’m not even ashamed of that.