fasterfood:

if a sneeze is 1/8th of an orgasm then does that mean if u sneeze while orgasming you will get 9/8ths of an orgasm someone try this



kilisbeard:

rolypolydandy:

fapoleon-bonerparte:

Napoleon’s walk was described as “something between a waddle and a swagger”

HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK

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on my way to overthrow your country





disneyismyescape:

omfg. 
this speaks to society on so many levels. 
well done pixar

youkillmypatience:

the title of my autobiography is going to be “that’s not how you spell my name”







chheekky:

young-liam:

young-liam:

“To find myself yet again in a place that I did not anticipate has absolutely broken my heart. This time was different, this time I was stronger. The scales became irrelevant to me and I was euphoric that I had the strength to get out of bed every day and eat six (huge) meals and neither know nor care what the scales read at the end of the day. I had finally, deservedly found happiness. Apparently, ignorance is bliss. Unbeknownst to me I had not only plummeted, but to a number I had never even been before or dreamt was possible. I have never been so angry or frustrated that life could seem actually tolerable, once in my miserable existence, and all of a sudden that freedom can be taken away from me. I am beyond repulsed at how I could be so oblivious, not only again, but to an extent I have never surpassed. A photo that a fair majority of you commented on regarding my physical state shows nothing. According to my gp that was me another ten kilos ago. This just reiterates how fast things became completely and utterly out of my control. You want proof ? Just ask. I deserve nothing more than the humiliation of showing you the emaciated monster that my own mother can’t even bare to look at, created by what I have done.I hated myself before this happened, I hate myself now, and I will undoubtedly continue to hate myself after this with an unfathomable ferocity. There is no escape, this is sempiternal, infinite, forever. So I want those of you, who do exist despite my efforts to be a good person, that will sleep with a smile on their faces, who will gain satisfaction from this news, whose day will be a little brighter tomorrow knowing that once again I have failed, am miserable, am mentally vulnerable beyond your capability of understanding, that I would feel this way regardless, because every single day is another struggling, personal hell. And the disgust of how I could be so reluctant to acknowledge that once again my obsession with self-detriment - and to a degree of such severity - will haunt me, tear me and kill me until the day I am finally six feet under and cannot harm my loved ones with my pathetic excuse for an existence any longer.”This is Emily - A 16 year old girl fighting an illness no one should ever have to undertake. 
Her own words - “I have struggled with this for so long, in and out of hospitals, but I’m done with it and I think being public about it will really help me to realise it’s okay to want to be healthy and the more people that understand, the easier it becomes for me to want it - does that make sense ? I’ve tried everything else and I’m desperate to do whatever it takes to have a normal life one day.”
I know this may seem pathetic but I have resorted to tumblr. I, other friends and family cannot stress enough how much we care about her future. I don’t believe she knows how many people do. This post is to show how many people in this world are out there and actually care about her precious life and what she is going through.I know this would not suit 99% of blogs on here, but even one note would help, just so she can get an idea that there is love, hope and a future for her. 
Stay strong em, we all love you.

Emily is overwhelmed at the 2000 notes that this photo has. 

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I have no idea if Emily will ever see my comment on this but to anyone else out there struggling with an eating disorder, I would like to say that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I suffered from anorexia, with my lowest weight being 38kg, and I recovered. It’s possible. With the right help and support network you can achieve anything. I was scared at the prospect of coming back up the scales and one day hitting the 50kg mark, and I did it. It’s not as scary as it seems once you get there. I’m now 65kg and accept my body. We all have our flaws and little things we don’t like about our appearance, but I can quite happily say I wouldn’t trade anything to be a different shape, weight, or person than what I am.