36 Things You Obviously Need In Your New Home

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A Fire Pit IN THE POOL

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A Door That Turns into a Ping-Pong Table

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Chilled Produce Drawers in the Kitchen

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A Wine Cellar Trap Door

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 A Sleepover Room

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A Door Handle That Automatically Turns Off Electricity and Gas When You Leave

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A Swing-Set Dining Table

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A Built-In TV for the Bathtub

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A Glass-Encased Fireplace

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 A Loft Hammock

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A Hot Tub That Flows from the Inside to Outside

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A Huge Round Bedroom Window

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A Stained-Glass Door

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A Library Staircase/Slide

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A Bone-Shaped Pool for Your Dog

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Russian plus model Flora Kim

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Russian plus model Flora Kim

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I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk. — Joquesse Eugenia (via rodezee)

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Reblog if you say “fuck” more than 5 times a day.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

This is heartbreaking

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a-hutcher-heart-on-for-hemsworth:

iremembereverything:

“Then I made things worse, too. By giving the money,” says Peeta. Suddenly he strikes out at a lamp that sits precariously on a crate and knocks it across the room, where it shatters against the floor. “This has to stop. Right now. This — this—game you two play, where you tell each other secrets but keep them from me like I’m too inconsequential or stupid or weak to handle them.”

“It’s not like that, Peeta—” I begin.

“It’s exactly like that!” he yells at me. “I have people I care about, too, Katniss! Family and friends back in District Twelve who will be just as dead as yours if we don’t pull this thing off. So, after all we went through in the arena, don’t I even rate the truth from you?”

Angry Peeta makes me pant

there should have been much more angry peeta in this scene…not because it’s hot (even though it is) but because i wanted to see him call them out on their secrecy and smash a lamp

PEETA! SMASH!

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OMG!!! i totally agree! I also think it would have set-up his rage for Monkingjay sooooo much better… alluding to the fact that he could be uncontrollably violent…now I’m really intrigued to see how Francis Lawrence and the writers handle that transition from the sane/sweet peeta to the maniac retrieved from the capitol.

you know when you’re so tired you can’t remember if you just thought you were tired?

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suckingpeetasballs:

danica-joshifer:

paradise-joshutch:

ohalaskayoung:

kennedyprocrastinates:

escapingissometimestheanswer:

touching-butts-with-cookies:

queenabbadon:

joshpeckofficiall:

look out world, july cinnabon flavored coffee chillatta is on his way

August Jellybean… I oddly like the sound of that.

You guys cant even compete with January Salad

December orange

NOVEMBER PANCAKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

JANUARY TRUFFLE IOMG I LOVE IT

April Chicken Strip..

October Sandwich OMG That’s so wrong

November Ice cream???

November Candied Chops

january nutella covered strawberry

jamiesommers23:

suckingpeetasballs:

danica-joshifer:

paradise-joshutch:

ohalaskayoung:

kennedyprocrastinates:

escapingissometimestheanswer:

touching-butts-with-cookies:

queenabbadon:

joshpeckofficiall:

look out world, july cinnabon flavored coffee chillatta is on his way

August Jellybean… I oddly like the sound of that.

You guys cant even compete with January Salad

December orange

NOVEMBER PANCAKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

JANUARY TRUFFLE IOMG I LOVE IT

April Chicken Strip..

October Sandwich OMG That’s so wrong

November Ice cream???

November Candied Chops

january nutella covered strawberry

strugglingtobeheard:

cynique:

popculturebrain:

Leading Men Age, Leading Women Don’t | Vulture

There are more charts if you click through.

I’m so glad this info graphic is going around, because so many people don’t realize how ageism and misogyny play hand in hand and how the sexualization of young girls play into this.

and how absolutely normalized it is via media such as popular film

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chizuu:

a little comic dedicated to a friend

I needed this really bad. thank you.

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houseofalexzander:

Lustrous.

A man in the grocery store line today approached me and said, “Sir, when I first saw you I was extremely attracted to you, but then I noticed that you are a boy. How… I mean, why do you dress so provocatively?”

I responded, “Well, in today’s world the majority of the straight male race view women as objects, or something that belongs to them. I dress provocatively because it attracts the attention of men in a sexual and OBJECTIVE way. However, when realized that I am actually male, they often become confused, disgusted, upset or all of the above. By inflicting this minor emotional damaged upon the ego of a man raised by twisted societal gender norms, maybe, just maybe the individual will think twice before viewing another woman with an objective attitude and sense of belonging. No woman, belongs to ANYONE. Male or female, the equality of human beings needs to be a priority. It is something worth dressing up for.”

I AM NOT KIDDING. The woman behind me, the female cashier, the old lady bagging groceries and the woman in front of me who was talking on the phone STOPPED, …. and proceeded to gasp and clap. The man shook my hand, told me to have a blessed day and then said, “excuse me ladies, I need to visit my daughter.”

…. I was shaking by the time I walked out of the store.

- Elliott Alexzander

Marvleous.  Absolutely marvelous.

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wocinsolidarity:


Lupita Nyong’o attends the 2014 MTV Movie Awards at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live on April 13, 2014

<3 Queen 

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Lupita Nyong’o attends the 2014 MTV Movie Awards at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live on April 13, 2014

<3 Queen 

lyssabaaabee:

alyssbliss:

I wonder how we’ll survive when Josh wins an oscar

We won’t

travelinghutcherpants:

Josh Hutcherson being impressed

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Beautiful Quote #NewPost [9]

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Beautiful Quote #NewPost [9]

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