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There isn’t anything about this that doesn’t make my heart feel like its going to explode with joy. Cutest man alive. That is all.
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Waterstones Oxford Photos Via Flickr
There isn’t anything about this that doesn’t make my heart feel like its going to explode with joy. Cutest man alive. That is all.
(via peacockbluey)
Source: dives-and-divas
So, LiveJournal informed me today that they migrated my pictures over to a new album and I had forgotten I ever even had an album there in the first place since I never use LJ anymore. And I found this photo of me from 4 years ago.
You ever have those moments where you see a picture of yourself when you were thin and remember feeling horribly fat at the time? I say now that I would TOTALLY KILL to be that skinny again, and yet, if I did get there, it wouldn’t be enough.
IT IS NEVER ENOUGH. I will never not feel fat. Better start being down with me, as I am. Easier said than done.
LOL OH GOD.
ROFL
LMAO! Oh lawdy, so TRUE!
Oh god, so funny. Also, that last frame is my current status. Ugh.
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5. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
8. The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2005)
13. Juno (2007)
17. Waitress (2007)
18. Labyrinth (1986)
Here’s a caveat - I didn’t include any Jane Austen or really any movies based on books that I like. I also did not include movies that were part of a TV series that I love, like Twin Peaks or Firefly. I consider the movies to be a part of the TV series (not to mention that TP: Fire Walk With Me is in no way as good as the first season of TP, and it is way to freaking disturbing). Also, Pretty in Pink is my favorite of the Molly movies, and I only wanted to pick one. Still love all of them, though.
Some of these aren’t surprising or original. They are all just movies that I love, that I could watch over and over, and most likely have. I’ve probably sat through all of Gone with the Wind more times than any sane person should. “Good heavens woman! This is a war, not a garden party.”
The thing about being overweight, for me, is that I’m constantly imagining what people I meet must think of me. That I’m lazy and a pig. Because that’s what people think. Oh, she’s fat, she must have no control, must not work out ever, and eat fast food all the time. Well, no. I mean, I totally eat junk on occasion and I have weeks where I only work out once or twice. But I know thin beautiful people who eat like shit all the time and work out maybe once a month, if that.
I want to be thin. I don’t know if it is because of the media or a false idea of beauty, but I want to BE IT. I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting it. I’ll most likely never reach a perfect kind of thinness that I crave deep down. I’ve never been a very athletic person, and to reach some kind of perfection would mean I would have to dedicate my life to it. I just don’t want to do that. I want to do lots of things. I mean, yes, I want to do yoga and go dancing. I want to rance through the wilds of Seattle with my friends. I want to be able to run down the street without hyperventilating. But I also want to eat ridiculous delicious meals, drink wine, watch my favorite tv shows, eat doritos three times a year. I want to live my life without having to constantly worry that my fat rolls are bulging, that my double chin is showing in photos and that people might be thinking about me badly because of the way I look. I don’t want to constantly obsess over what I eat and how many pounds I could lose by a certain date. I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP DOING THESE THINGS. Someone tell me why we make people feel bad about things that they have little control over. Is it a health issue? Really? because I went to the doctor for my annual exam last week and she said I was in very good health. So, fuck you and your “health” theory.
Also? Stop sending me emails about getting “bathing suit ready”. If I want to swim, I’M BATHING SUIT READY. Ok, assholes?
Dear Noel Fielding,
Or should I call you Dabney Coleman? You are KILLING ME RIGHT NOW.What the hell?
I can’t even.
Love & Kisses,
Jess Diamond
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