MOTHERFUCKING IPADDDDDDDDDDD
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Is it wondrous? 8D
Mine was just posted today, oh golly, oh gosh.. I can’t waittttt!!!!! There are SO many amazing apps out there for it, lots of medical ones and of course ibooks etc. too. So excited! How’s yours going?
So how..
..does one ‘reply’ to a post of another’s, without reblogging and adding something?
i can’t make up my mind.
i haven’t had a drop of alcohol for weeks. i’ve been eating a lot more dairy and it’s killing my stomach. i’ve been exercising. i’ve been eating fucking chocolate bars. i’ve been up and down and all it’s done is leave me in a painful rut. A painful unhappy rut.
I just…
Why must you understand yourself? I mean, I do understand why you want to.. but do you need to? If worrying and pondering these things worsen your anxiety, then let them go. Easier said than done for the anxious, I know - I suffer anxiety myself, and you’d be oohhhh aroundabouts the second person I’ve ever told that - but take a breath and note that worrying on them will achieve nothing, and consciously put them aside and turn your mind to something else, anything else, so long as it is distracting.
As for the eating, the exercising, you needn’t be outright one or the other. In fact you can’t be - just ask me how I know! Why not just do what suits you that day? Approach it one day at a time. If it suits you to run that day, do so. If you don’t feel like it because you ran yesterday or you feel flat or you know you’ve a full day on your feet, then don’t. Same for your eating perhaps, have what you like at that time, though in your case you’d need to keep in mind what hurts you. If you know coffee will make you ache later, then skip it, or try decaff. Don’t have or do something for the sake of it or because it’s what that Lissy would have or do, the Lissy you think you should be or might want to be that day!
So why must there be rules anyway? Why must you make up your mind on defining yourself as something to be adhered to? Perhaps who you are is someone who feels a little different each day. Like.. me! Like everyone, I suspect. And rules…. they’re a pain to stick to, and it sounds to me like they’re a pain for you to decide upon in the first place! >_<
xkcd#584
sssnakehips:doe-eyes:(via petracollins)
I’ve them thar bootses too, also put black laces in. Hers probably don’t still rip the backs of her heels off though… :|
PLEASE READ THIS. WHY “BREAKING DAWN” MUST BE MADE INTO A MOVIE.
With New Moon likely to make yet another metric fuckload of money this weekend we need to find the bright side to the entire Twilight mania. There must be something good that comes from this awful Mormon fantasy that seems to have invaded our culture on every front. That something is the eventual movie version of Breaking Dawn.
Even though New Moon has made a bazillion dollars and even though the third Twilight book, Eclipse, is already filming, Summit has declined to announce the fourth and final Twilight book as a movie. There’s a good reason for this: Breaking Dawn is completely fucking insane, and it is probably totally unfilmable. But if they do film it… man, we are in for a treat.
Breaking Dawn opens with Bella Swan, the lacteal heroine of the series, finally getting married to Edward Cullen, the mopey vampire hero. They go off to honeymoon on Isle Esme, a Brazilian island the Cullen clan owns (this is already ridiculous beyond belief. Imagine a vampire going snorkeling; it basically happens in this book), and Edward is afraid to fuck his new bride. The reason: he’s super strong and she’s just a human - Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex type of situation here. But Bella wears him down and Edward throws it in her - and knocks her the fuck out, leaving her badly bruised.
Let’s go over that again: Edward fucks Bella into unconsciousness. This alone should have you running to Fandango to pre-order your tickets, but it only gets better.
Despite being knocked out cold by his sexual style (and having the headboard destroyed), Bella goes back to Edward for seconds. This time he knocks her up. Yes, an undead vampire apparently has enough viable sperm to impregnate a human woman while fucking her off the coast of Rio de Janero. Stephenie Meyer, you fabulous idiot!
The baby in Bella’s belly starts growing incredibly fast. And it starts hurting Bella, as each kick it gives has the super strength of a vampire behind it. As it grows, Bella gets sicker, and then the good stuff starts. The baby kicks so hard it breaks Bella’s ribs and then severs her spine. Are you imagining Kristen Stewart wearing a fake pregnancy belly and pretending to have been suddenly crippled by her own fetus? Because I am and it’s making me laugh and laugh and laugh.
Oh wait, I missed something. Edward is completely freaked out about the baby, fearing it will kill Bella. He tries to convince her to get an abortion (but seriously, how could she? Vampires are tough to kill even in this shitty series), and goes so far as asking Native American wolfboy Jacob to impregnate his wife so that she can have the baby she desperately wants. I’m dizzy with how ridiculous this is, and we’re just getting started.
Eventually the baby starts to get born and Bella is dying. The baby has telepathy, by the way, so everybody can read its thoughts while it’s in the womb, and it turns out to have an essentially adult mind. Like Alia in Dune; I would accuse Stephenie Meyer of ripping this off, but anyone who thinks that Meyer might have read Frank Herbert has never been within spitting distance of Twilight. The woman is a moron.
In a moment that demands to be shown on the silver screen, Edward gives Bella an emergency C-section with his fucking teeth. It’s like something out of XTro, for the love of God. It’s so horrible it’s brilliant, and this scene alone is why I remain firm in declaring that David Cronenberg must direct Breaking Dawn. This is surely his movie.
Once the baby is out, Bella gets vamped by Edward, as she’s about to die at any moment. Then comes the most astonishing turn of events in 21st century literature, and possibly in the entire history of awful fiction aimed at tweens: Jacob the werewolf, who has been madly in love with Bella, sees the new baby girl and immediately imprints on her. What this means, in layman’s terms, is that he falls in love with the baby.
I want to pull this out on its own: Jacob falls in love with a baby.
The book makes no bones about this; while Jacob doesn’t want to fuck the baby right off the bat, he can’t stand to be away from it and visits everyday. His love has been transferred from Bella to the baby (who has the tongue shattering name Renesmee), and because of the science behind imprinting he’ll love her forever. So one day he’s going to stick his wolf dick in this girl that he see as a bloody newborn. Romance is not dead, it’s just being abused by insane Mormon writers.
There’s more in Breaking Dawn - the Volturi come back, for one thing - but these are the main amazing events that demand this book to be turned into a film. I will not rest until I have seen a movie in which a werewolf falls in love with a baby. Hell, once I’ve seen a werewolf fall in love with a baby I may quit movie watching - I will have seen the ultimate culmination of a century of cinema. The entire film of Breaking Dawn would play like the weirdest exploitation film since Doris Wishman died - brutal sex, bizarre body horror, unbelievable pedophilia.
A werewolf falling in love with a baby. This is why Thomas Edison invented this shit in the first place. So we could see a werewolf fall in love with a baby.
Roffle! Thanking every pagan god I can think of that I’ve never picked this tripe up.
