dungeonsanddamsels:

this week on “gay porn videos have the weirdest titles”

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pizza:

an epic trilogy

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"Never live to make other people happy or impress them. The only person whose expectations you need to meet is your own."

— Nico Lang

rawwomen:

“Stand naked in front of a mirror for a long time, under unflattering light if possible. Trace the rises and falls of the little ripples on your skin — the scars, the dimples, the cellulite — and think about how much you try to hide these things in your day-to-day. Wonder why you hate them so much, and if this hate stems from somewhere within yourself, or as a result of being told all your life that it’s wrong to have physical flaws. Wonder what you would think of your body if you never looked at a magazine, if you never thought about celebrities and models, if you never had to wonder where someone would rate you on a scale of 10. Look at yourself until the initial recoil softens, and you can consider your features in a more forgiving frame of mind. Listen to the music which makes you want to both sob and dance with uninhibited joy, and allow yourself to repeat any song you want as many times as your heart desires. Think of the person you are when you have your favorite song in your headphones and are walking down a street you feel you own completely, swaying your hips and smiling for no good reason — remember how many things you love about yourself during those moments, how much you are willing to forgive in yourself, how confident you are for no good reason. Try to think of confidence as a gift you give yourself when you need it, instead of something you have to siphon from every unreliable source in your life. Dance because the music makes you remember how much you love yourself, not because it allows you to forget the fact that you don’t. Write a list of all the things you like about yourself, even if you think it’s a self-indulgent and narcissistic activity. Start as early as you like in your life — put down that time you won a trophy playing little league soccer when you were eight and then got an extra-large shake at the DQ on the way home, and don’t feel silly for remembering it. Try to understand how many sources in your life happiness can come from, how many things you could be proud of if you chose to. Ask yourself why you so tightly limit the things you take pride in, why you set your own hurdles for happiness and fulfillment so much higher than you do with anyone else in your life. Let your list go on for pages and pages if you want it to. Touch and care for yourself with the attention and the patience that you would someone you loved more than life itself. Rub lotion in small circles on your elbows and hands when it is cold and your skin is dry and cracked. Make soup for yourself when your nose is running and curl up, with your favorite movie, in a pile of expertly-stacked pillows. Light a few candles and let their glow flicker against your body. Admire how gentle they are, how delicately their warmth touches you — wonder why you don’t let yourself do the same. Soak your feet in warm water at the end of a long day, until they have forgiven you for walking on them for so long without so much as a “thank you.” Listen to your body when it aches to be touched, and don’t be afraid to give it every orgasm that you may have been too ashamed to ask for in someone else’s bed. Be patient with yourself, and don’t worry if a switch doesn’t flip in you which abruptly takes you from “crippling self-doubt” to “uncompromising self-love.” Allow yourself all the trepidation and clumsy, uneven infatuation that you would with a promising stranger. Try only to be kinder, to be softer, and to remember all of the things within you which are worth loving. Listen to the voice in the back of your head which tells you, as much out of sadness as anger, “You are ugly. You are stupid. You are boring.” Give it the fleeting moment of attention it so craves, and then remind it, “Even if that were true, I’d still be worth loving.””

— Chelsea Fagan, How To Fall In Love With Yourself 

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Worth reblogging again.

Just…wow. I can’t believe how powerful this is.

(Source: larmoyante)

(Source: paullepaulp, via nilesandfrank)

I’ve been thinking about how I perceive myself vs. how others see me. If you would be so kind, would you do me a favor and send me a message telling me how you would describe me to someone else. My looks, my personality, all of it. I want to know so that I can try to express the qualities that I see, but others don’t, as well as work on the negative qualities that others see in me….

(Source: lizemeddings, via lunalovex)

sp-a-m:

velvetcyberpunk:

lexuswillow:

This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.  I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.  I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.
And that… That was just the last straw.  I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.
This is no life.

Wow, I am totally disgusted that people like this exist, and they are spreading that hate to their children. What assholes. If I knew anyone who did this to a member of their family I would have no problem cutting them out of my life.

This is exactly how my sister behaves. Both of her daughters and their families treat me this way, and I have no problem cutting her out of my life. As for her daughters (my nieces) and their children, I had no choice in the matter. They have cut me out based on what she has told them over the years. There is one thing that they still allow me to participate in. Every time there is a birthday, a graduation, or even a wedding, I always receive an invitation. I quit responding and sending anything when I heard a discussion about how cheap I was because I didn’t send at least $100.00 to my great nephew. It was his eighth birthday at the time.

You can be my uncle, Ray :) And you don’t even have to send me any money! It’s a win-win!

sp-a-m:

velvetcyberpunk:

lexuswillow:

This is an old family picture.

My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.

And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.

This is no life.

Wow, I am totally disgusted that people like this exist, and they are spreading that hate to their children. What assholes. If I knew anyone who did this to a member of their family I would have no problem cutting them out of my life.

This is exactly how my sister behaves. Both of her daughters and their families treat me this way, and I have no problem cutting her out of my life. As for her daughters (my nieces) and their children, I had no choice in the matter. They have cut me out based on what she has told them over the years. There is one thing that they still allow me to participate in. Every time there is a birthday, a graduation, or even a wedding, I always receive an invitation. I quit responding and sending anything when I heard a discussion about how cheap I was because I didn’t send at least $100.00 to my great nephew. It was his eighth birthday at the time.

You can be my uncle, Ray :) And you don’t even have to send me any money! It’s a win-win!

I could go for this. Every day. *nods*

I could go for this. Every day. *nods*

(Source: portgasdshi, via a-teddy-beard)

chubbycartwheels:

suicideblonde:

Your gay uncles looking at their wedding scrapbook together

Omg I love them.  Especially their hair.

They do look really cute together….

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megadarkangel:

thex-kid:

unicow-nak-nak:

hallowedhorrors:

skindeap:

8-inch chocolate penis that oozes fondant cream… Fresh mint fondant, Valencia orange fondant, Williams Pear liqueur fondant, Mozart chocolate liqueur fondant, Cointreau liqueur fondant and Irish coffee liqueur fondant.

United Indecent Pleasures

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Okay but is it possible to get the filling colored red? Because obviously the best use for these is to make a gif or video where you’re licking and sucking at one seductively, making bedroom eyes at the camera, and then you BITE THAT MOTHERFUCKER IN HALF AND SHRIEK YOUR VICTORY AS THE DELICIOUS BLOOD-FILLING DRIPS FROM YOUR VICIOUS MAW.

This site scares me so much.

Reblogging because that damn comment

I am scared of the people on this site.

I’ll take the Irish coffee fondant version, please *wink* Also, that comment about the red fondant is fucking brilliant. We are on the same deliciously deviant wavelength.

(Source: moshita, via jambos6)