Ya so I went to go to bed tonight, and there was a huge fucking wasp in my room, just flying around like it owned the place. I am terrified of bees/wasps/etc. I called my parents who were only two floors away, and they came running downstairs. My mom sprayed it with hairspray, and my dad who is ALLERGIC to wasps/bees took the fucking thing in his hand and dumped it down the toilet.
-#reasonstostillliveathome
The Nu Project’s Nude Photos Tell The Truth About Women’s Bodies
The Nu Project is a no-glamor honest look at beauty and image in our world.
Female nudity isn’t hard to come by in the media, but the bodies we see usually represent a fairly limited scope of sizes and shapes. The Nu Project, a collection of nude photographs shot by Minneapolis photographer Matt Blum, seeks to add some variety to the mix. Blum started The Nu Project in 2005 but said it really took off when his wife, Katy Kessler, became the project’s editor. Blum sees the photos as filling a void. “When I started shooting nudes there was no project like it,” he told The Huffington Post in an email. The things that I had seen either used models with typical model bodies or average people who were made to look extremely unimpressive. I figured there was a way to treat women (of any size/shape) like models and photograph them beautifully, respectfully without a lot of sexual under or overtones. The women photographed are all volunteers, and most of the pictures are taken in the subjects’ homes — where they feel most comfortable. The Nu Project’s website showcases six galleries of nudes, three shot in North America, three in South America. Although Blum told HuffPost that he feels that they have a “good variety of people involved,” he and Kessler acknowledge on The Nu Project website that they’d love for the subjects to be more diverse. “The hardest part for us is that the project is 100 percent volunteer, so I do not see the women until I show up at their door,” Blum writes on the website. “We’re doing our best to encourage all types of women, but we need volunteers of all backgrounds and walks of life to make the project more complete.” Blum said he ultimately hopes that these images inspire the women who see them to feel better about their own bodies. “It’s been really exciting to hear people react to the images,” he told HuffPost. “We get a lot of feedback from women (especially) who have struggled to see themselves as beautiful, and this project has helped them on that path.”
pretendperfection:
Wooooaaaaoohhhhhh, ur sex is on fire
THIS DICK IS ON FIIIIIIIRRREEE
(Source: worsethanmyotherblog)
Here is to my fucking shit life that is me. I put up one of those questionaire posts a week or so ago, and god forbid I talk about how I feel on here. So I talked about the girl I am interested in. Big fucking woop. I didn’t mention any fucking names, and I am pretty fucking sure I did say **We are only friends, and nothing will ever happen, which I am fine with**
Yup, that was in there!!
But no, my ex, who I didnt even know read this anymore, read that post and became “grumpy for a few days in a row”, decided to share this with not one, but TWO mutual friends of this girl and me. Which started unneccessary drama.
I am sure I am going to regret this post.
Listen, I love you. Ok? I have since I met you, and even after fucking everything, I cant help that I love you still. You cheated, lied, you yelled, kicked me out of OUR apartment, made me move back home, you talked badly about me, and you kept me hanging on for so long, telling me I was the only one, and that you still loved me. Even after all of fucking that, I still god damn love you.
I hate myself. Ihate myself for the hurt and pain I have caused you, I hate myself for treating you poorly, I especially hate myself for getting physical towards you. I dont expect much from you.
BUT.
If I post here, on MY blog, how *I* feel, dont go spreading it to the world, to people that dont even like me. Ok? I would really appreciate it. You have a girlfriend(whom I strongly disagree with, for several reasons, but too many and too private to delve into here, see I have some boundaries) and you are “committed” to that relationship. Dont get jealous and then go venting to people about it, because all it does is start unneccessary drama. I am trying so desperately hard to get rid of the fucking drama in my life. I dont need a fucking text bitching me out for expressing myself. Now the friendship I was trying to establish is fucking ruined. Thanks.
There are so many things I wish I could tell you. I wish you would listen to me. Like I am sorry for hurting you. Like I wish we could be friends. Like I wish we werent strangers. Like I wish youd get rid of that bitch you call “girlfriend” because she isnt fucking right for you, and I KNOW you dont love her. There is a huge huge difference between how you felt at the beginning of OUR relationship, and how you are feeling these days, at the beginning of that one. HUGE. I dont want to date you, I dont. Not after what we have been through. But I want to be your friend so desperately. I cant do that if you are with her. It goes against me morally, which is hard to explain. But there is nothing I want more than that.
You are my Elise, and I am your David. We were meant to meet, meant to fall in love. We just werent meant to be together at that time. I will always love you.
And hate myself.
You win.
Poetry ideas - Write a poem about:
Poem starters- the five senses
Poem starters- three elements
Write a poem that contains all three of the elements in any of the lists below:
When I was a kid, the things I did we’re hidden unto the grid,
Young and naive I never believed that love could be so well hid
With regret i’m willing to bet they say the older you get
It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
It get’s under you’re shirt like a dagger at work
The first cut is the deepest but the rest still flippin’ hurt
You build you’re heart of plastic, you’re cynical and sarcastic
And end up in the corner on you’re own.
Cause I love to feel loved but I can’t stand the rejection, I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection, I thought I was close but under further inspection, It seems i’ve been running in the wrong direction oh no.
So what’s the point in getting you’re hopes up
If all you’re getting is choked up
When you’re coked up and can’t remember the reason why I broke up
You call her in the morning when you’re coming down and falling like an old man on the side of the road
Cause when you’re apart you don’t wanna mingle
But when you’re together you wanna be single
Ever the chase to taste to the kiss of bliss that made you’re heart tingle
How much greener the grass is with you’re rose tinted glasses
And the butterflies flutter by and they leave us on our asses.
Cause I love to feel loved but I can’t stand the rejection, I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection, I thought I was close but under further inspection, It seems i’ve been running in the wrong direction oh no.
Theres fish in the sea for me to make a selection
I’d jump in if it wasn’t for my ear infection
Cause all I wanna do is make a connection
And it seems i’ve been running in the wrong direction
What is love baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more
What is love baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more
Oh what is love baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more
