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lilatanzerin:

HARD LIFE.
BEAT LIFE.
STREET LIFE.
NIGHT LIFE.
SUIT LIFE.
SHOW LIFE.
GOOD LIFE.
DANCE LIFE.
LAUGH LIFE.
DRINK LIFE.
WHITE LIFE.
HOP LIFE.
BOUNCE LIFE.
JUMP LIFE.
SCARE LIFE.
SHOOT LIFE.
KILLED LIFE.
RUINED LIFE.
RUN LIFE.
HIDE LIFE.
TENT LIFE.
STREET LIFE.
COLD LIFE.
SAD LIFE.
PARK LIFE.
SLEEP LIFE.
COP’S LIFE.
CUFFED LIFE.
JAILED LIFE.
COURT LIFE.
FOR LIFE.
PRIZ’ LIFE.
FOR LIFE.
SAD LIFE.
WHY LIFE?
THAT LIFE.
SUIT LIFE.
NIGHT LIFE.
DRINK LIFE.
DAMN LIFE.
FUCK LIFE.

(Yes, I did just invent rap lyrics for the background of a music video featuring this person in a rabbit suit as the thug protagonist of the lyrics.)

oh, my girlfriend…

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queenofsunspear:

contentkiller:

helltothenaw:

ducksinthehat:

Winterfell’s mating dance.

 #arya’s got swag

Oh shit, the North remembers how to get down~

Oh Hipster Arya, I do love you.

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Hi. This is me. My name is Be and I adore coffee especially in this spiffy mug. I have to make my confession and it’s not an easy one for me to make. Granted, I’ve discussed the ins and outs of my psychological conditions throughout the years I’ve been on Tumblr but this one is harder for me than admitting that I’m a basketcase. 

I am in pain. 

I don’t mean emotional pain but physical. In fact, 90% of the time, my body aches in one way or another, its favourite pain being that from the waist down, one where it feels like every bone is about to break, twitching, and an inability to be comfortable. I know I should visit a doctor - insurance or not - and figure out how to make the pain stop but there’s the rub. I am terrified of going. It’s not a matter of simple fear of a doctor or the office but the words that I know I am bound to hear, the diagnosis being simple and it’s solution much simpler - “You are fat. You just need to lose weight.”

You see, I understand quite fully that I am overweight and that, more than likely, regardless of the numbers - cholesterol, blood sugar, etc - being quite acceptable, my weight doesn’t make me a paragon of health. The problem is that this goes beyond my weight into the territory of fibro, injuries sustained to my back as a child, being on my feet on tile all day, etc. However, I can’t find a doctor that will look past my excess adipose tissue - some of which is caused by it’s own ‘disorder’ - and try to help me get better. Whether it’s being in near constant pain and my ‘addiction’ to tylenol or heart problems that don’t stem from weight but faultiness thru genetics or anything else, a doctor will not focus on that. They will take one look at me and decide that all of my problems stem from how fat I am. 

As a child growing up in the mid-90s, talk show hosts loved to have hour long programs dedicated to the discussion of obesity. By 12, I’d heard of a story of a 13-14yo girl who died from her weight and her mother was jailed for negligence. I became terribly frightened of the prospect of falling asleep and never waking up (because I’m fat) and went so far as to keep a typed letter in my nightstand that would alert authorities that this wasn’t my mother’s fault and please, don’t send her to jail. By this time, I’d been off and on diets for 6 years. I’d been told at 8 that I had the heart and lungs of a 40yo woman. (By my calculations, my heart and lungs are now, at 27, 135yo.)  Two years after this ordeal, I discovered ways to ‘make up’ for my lack of willpower and control (ie binges) and this led to an ongoing and still very current battle with an ED that’s left me with less teeth and more scars. Today, 21 years after my first diet, I’m still fat and now I avoid a doctor quicker than I avoid anything else in this world. 

What’s the point of me telling you this? To get it out there - people are sick and in pain and their lives are being made miserable not so much because they’re fat but because doctors don’t have the ability if not outright refuse to treat fat individuals with the same care and urgency that they treat non-fat individuals. Obesity is not a catchall diagnosis and if doctors would realize this, perhaps those they are trying to desperately save from their fat would be getting better and living not dealing with ill-health unnecessarily. Treat the person, not the fat.

ratchhcity:

amen.

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