dogshaming:

Big bulldog scared of little kitties.

dogshaming:

Big bulldog scared of little kitties.

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1 year ago
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I feel ya, pup. I feel ya.

I feel ya, pup. I feel ya.

(Source: dogshaming)

1 year ago
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getoutoftherecat:

get out of there cat. you are not trash. be proud of who you are.

getoutoftherecat:

get out of there cat. you are not trash. be proud of who you are.

1 year ago
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FISH ARE FRIENDS. 
NOT FOOD.

FISH ARE FRIENDS. 

NOT FOOD.

(Source: reddit.com, via marcocamacho)

1 year ago
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In the past 3 days…

I got a 4th job…hopefully, the $$$ one

My older sister got engaged

I ran my first 5k

I spent a delightful evening with wonderful friends

October came, bringing the most delicious weather

I get to go to the theatre instead of sit in a cubicle

So even though Lindsay and I are poor and on the verge of homelessness and the person I want to see more than anyone else in the world is on another continent….LIFE IS STILL GOOD!

1 year ago
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‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…

I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’

‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’

What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!

I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

Why I Run

I run because I feel overwhelmed, whether good or bad.

I run because it feels good. 

I run because it makes me feel connected to nature. And that’s when I feel God.

I run because I can feel myself getting stronger and faster. I feel my powerful legs carrying me like a queen.

I run because no one else can take credit for it. It’s all me.

I run because it took me 25 years.

I run for primary school me, who was the target of cruel bullying. For tweenage me, who was so painfully shy. For early twenties me, who let men dictate who I was and how I felt. I run for 26 year old me, finally knowing who I’ve been all along.

I run to feel better about eating Tex Mex. And cheese.

I run so I feel more sensual on top of my lover.

I run for my skin, my smile, my energy. I run for endurance on stage.

I run for every person who has tried to make my body their business.

I run for me. 

I run for my friends and my family. For my love. For the people who need me. For the people who will need me.

I run because if I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll go back to before.

I run because I might have to someday.

I run so I will be active in my old age.

I run because I love myself.

I run because it makes me feel beautiful.

I run because why the hell not.

1 year ago
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