But guys, think about super close platonic relationships


  • Platonic reassuring shoulder/arm/hand grabbing
  • Platonic tight, meaningful hugs
  • Platonic late-night deep conversations that end in at least one person holding back tears or sobbing
  • Platonic sleeping in the same bed
  • Platonic forehead touches
  • Platonic staring into each other’s eyes like the other person is the world
  • Platonic CUDDLES



step 1: think about the quote “don’t go where i can’t follow” in relation to your otp

step 2: feel sad


Here it is on the vine video player



>You’re barely sure what to do now that he’s pulled away. Your entire body was still tingling from the way he felt against you, his lips against yours and his fingers in your hair (which you liked more than you wanted to admit to yourself). His lips are puffy from the force of the kisses and clumsy teeth and you could barely keep yourself from staring. You had done that. You’re barely able to keep yourself from smiling as you press your forehead against his, his cooler skin warmer than you had felt since you’d been there. You did that. 

I wanna… do that again. But we’ve had a lot to drink. 

>Pout a little. The urge to pull him back against you and kiss him all over like a puppy was rising and you couldn’t keep yourself from touching him. A hand had migrated to his waist during your kisses and your forehead was still against his, though you moved it every so often so as not to get a big sweaty spot (and to continue nuzzling him as well). This was… nice. Really nice. Nicer than anything you’d ever felt. 

We should wait a bit… But it’ll be hard. 

>You grunt, fumbling as you feel him against you. Your teeth chattered and you lightly nip up at him. You didn’t wanna stop. You were suddenly needy. And you wanted so much, but your mind seemed to fuzz over when you tried to think of what exactly. You wiggled your hips against his hands and god you were drunk. 

>Your hands reach up and lightly pull at his shirt. Your fingers intertwined with the fabric and you groaned, huffing. You wanted kisses, and cuddles and.. And what? Again, your brain wouldn’t rely the information to you. All you knew is you waned him close and against you.

But.. I want… I want…


>You stumble drunkenly down the sidewalk, a bottle of whiskey still in your hand. You looked like a trainwreck. Your tie was loosened, your shirt half-way unbuttoned. 5 o’clock shadow ran across your jawline, and bags lay heavy beneath your sorrowful eyes. You had failed.

>An entire business, given to you by your ancestor. You were supposed to find, train and employ assassins to kill lowbloods. You were supposed to be a tyrant. Evil. Heartless. But what did you do? Fail. You chickened out and ran, and the business collapsed. People died because you left. No leader, no business. Nothing.

>And it was all your fault. All because you had to fall for the very target your ancestor was after all those years. You let her go. And then, you ran.

>You stumbled and fell to your knees, and began sobbing uncontrollably. The street was empty, and you were glad no one could hear your broken sobs and you trembled. A tyrian, crying, drunk, in the middle of the street. And alone.






Everyone has rolls when they bend over. Everyone. Lets just get this out of the way right off the bat. In the last few months, I’ve had over 30 women ranging from rail thin to extra large naked in my bed and I would routinely ask them to hug their knees. You won’t believe this… ALL OF THEM HAD TUMMY ROLLS. Not one was exempt. Even my super fabulous professional model 6 foot tall and some amazing Katie had rolls. The stomach pictures turned into some of my favorite images from the project… so quit thinking they’re bad, and try accepting (dare I say embracing?) yours!When people say “you’re gorgeous”, believe them. I tend not to, and it’s a cryin’ shame. When people genuinely compliment you, it’s because they really see it. Try to not dismiss their perspective as wrong and assume that you know better. They see all of you. We see our flaws. Believe them.“Arm flab is embarrassing.” No its not, go fuck yourself. No, not you. The people who tell us that, silly.You’re not stunning despite your body. You’re stunning because of your body. There is a distinct difference. I grew up in a culture that would deem “unattractive” women as “special spirits”. A degrading categorization that implied that the only thing worthwhile was whatever was inside. Well, yeah. We are all much much more than our bodies, but our bodies are a beautiful part of us too. Beauty comes from the inside AND the outside.  I am of the firm belief that every person is beautiful, and so this leaves the inside to be the part that is the most telling when it comes to true “beauty”.A guy can pick you up off your feet, and it won’t break his back.  “Wait, whaaaaaa Jes? You’re full of shit.” Nope. This just happened to me for the first time in… six years? I’m considerably heavier than I was 6 years ago (like… 70 pounds heavier) and so when I ran up to my friend Eric for a hug and he picked me up with my heels in the air… it left me breathless. I had forgotten that it was possible; I had accepted a life void of being lifted. So exhilarating. Eric didn’t suffer any injuries and walked away unscathed.You don’t need to exercise every day in order to feel better about yourself. Many believe that someone who’s fat needs to exercise as much as possible in order to prove that they’re committed to becoming “less fat”. As if accepting one’s body as is would be a sin, and that’s just silly. Yes, exercising has wonderful physical and mental benefits, but you don’t owe it to anyone else to make an effort to change your body unless you wanna. You do not have to alter yourself to be okay. Period.You’re allowed to fall in love with yourself. I promise. This will be the scariest thing you will ever do, and that’s okay. It will also be the most amazing (albeit super gradual) experience you will ever have. It doesn’t make you narcissistic. It doesn’t make you vain. It is liberating in every form of the word.

It’s also okay to have days where you don’t love yourself. Read this. No really. Read it. And then realize that we’ve grown up learning and internalizing that we are not okay our entire life. For me, that’s 26 years of self-hate indoctrination and brainwashing.  It’s going to take a lot longer than you think to reverse this thinking, and it’s definitely not going to happen overnight. Allow yourself to have “weak” days. Cry, mourn, sob, yell, throw things. Whichever. Then get up, brush yourself off, give the media the finger, and move forward because you’re a warrior.Everyone’s boobs are uneven. If you have a lot of boobs, they might be way uneven.  Don’t stress. This is totally normal.There are people who prefer large ladies. And I mean all sizes of large. I thought that my best bet in life was to find a partner who accepted my fat. Pause. Give me a minute to hang my head and shake it at myself. Not only are there people who adore “thick” women, but a LOT of them who prefer it. This eventually ends up in an interesting territory which Marianne talks about here, but the point that I’m trying to make goes back to the “despite vs because of” argument. Here is what you need to know: you do NOT need to settle for a lover who is “okay” with your body. You have the right (and millions of opportunities) to find someone who is infatuated with your body. You deserve to be worshiped, woman!Fat chicks bang hot guys… ALL. THE. TIME.I know that hot is relative and all inclusive depending on who you chat with, but for these purposes, lets talk about the “universally attractive” kind of hot. Y’know, the kind fat chicks don’t deserve? We want to pretend that we don’t know what I’m talking about, but lets be real; we totally do. The fact that “fat chicks bang ‘hot’ guys” was one of the most powerful realizations I’ve had thus far. In line with the above paragraph, I knew that there would be someone that would find me attractive but the pool would be small (because of my body) and potentially full of guys I didn’t personally find sexy. So I would have to settle for anyone that would take me. After all, how could a conventionally gorgeous man (tall and with tattoos of course) like fat chicks?  Weh-he-hell, let me tell you somethin’: through various sites, events, parties, and corner store meetings, I found myself with over a hundred men who were champing at the bit to get with this. I was the one who had to sift through and pick the hottest of the hot. Ladies, over a hundred. “Girls” showed what society thinks about that when Hannah’s character has a weekend romance with an attractive and wealthy doctor. People flipped their shit. “Patrick Wilson is so hot he would never do Lena Dunham” was the most eye catching. Wilson’s wife responded to that rubbish here, but the tweet speaks volumes about what the majority of people think unconventional women deserve. Jesus christ, it’s annoying. I won’t spill the details of my bedroom coming and goings, but lets just say this: the hottest guys in Tucson and I get along just fine. I would recommend reading Emily’s article on xoJane for a better explanation of what I’m struggling to say. Know this: the myth that “atypical” bodies can’t be paired with “typically attractive” bodies is false. Women need to know that all bodies can be paired with all bodies.Riding during sex will NOT collapse his insides. Just trust me on this one, what you fear is totally false. Here’s a great article that changed my life.Wearing whatever you want is a political statement. Join the revolution. Throw style rules out the window. Wear the tutu. Wear the horizontal stripes. Wear the turquoise skinny jeans. Wear the see-through blouse. Wear the bikini. Wear the sweat pants. Wear the shirt that says “Does this shirt make me look fat?”. Wear whatever it is that makes you happy. This is your life.You are fucking beautiful. I’m saying this with a straight face and seriously meaningful look where I maintain eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time. I know you don’t feel like you fit into the category of gorgeous that our world creates. I know that its hard. I know that its a daily battle. But fuck their fascist beauty standards. The second you stop looking for a skinny model in your mirror and start looking at YOU… is the second you will start to appreciate what you are. Stop looking for flaws. Stop looking for differences. You are perfect. You are more than enough. You are the best thing that has ever happened to you. And you are fucking beautiful.Say it with me.

I’m actively sobbing.

Reblogging again because of awesomeness.

I can’t even handle this right now.

True. All of it. (And hi, I’m working on being more accepting of my upper arms, because I want to wear sleeveless things this summer.)


(◡‿◡✿) Slow sensual deep meaningful kisses

(◡‿◡✿) Lustful hands sliding down bodies with little tiny gasps of pleasure 

(◡‿◡✿) Tugging on their hair gently only to move the kisses to their neck 

(◡‿◡✿) Jawline kisses slowly moving back to their lips

(◕‿◕✿) Muffled kissing while getting the shit fucked out of them


Sex is a lot like Labyrinth, You go in without knowing, there are Muppets, David Bowie is there.




Oh uh….

>Shit did you make the girl angry? She sounds really… Betrayed?

Well… No, I ain’t lying. But I mean… Hmmm…

I’unno, I just never thought of drinkin it… But I would if I could…!

It’s delicious! Some people complain about it just being “leaf water” but its so good, and very healthy too. Sweet, bitter, hot, cold, creamy—! Its amazing what you can do with tea. I even have my own tea garden, I make all kinda of different homemade brews.

If you’re interested, I can let you try some? My hive isn’t far from here, just a hop, skip and a jump really. I can make you some to try, no charge!~ It’d be nice to have company over anyways.

Of course I understand if you decline. I’m not sure I’d wander over to just any trolls hive, either..

>Of course you are less than 5 foot and chubby.. really hardly intimidating at all.

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