What are julie and brandy like irl?
um, the best?
Talk of feminism, women’s sports, the excitement of the game, the repetitive nature of play-offs and getting to first base.
So. Turns out my roommate, (who knew about my crush on this girl) fucked my crush of four years this weekend. Not sure how to take this one. Any thoughts?
you’ve gotta give up that 4-year crush.
that’s the positive thing that will come out of this for you
here’s your chance
to let go
your roommate is, in a way,
doing you a favor
because the thing is that she’s already gone
you can’t call dibs on a person
you can’t reserve a person until you’re done liking that person
the fact that you have a crush on her
shouldn’t have any impact on who she is allowed to date or fuck.
your crush is not her problem (unless she’s actively encouraging it, but that’s another question/complication)
also it’s your roommate, it’s not like your sister or your best friend or something.
p.s. if it was a one-time fuck and not a “thing” then it is slightly disrespectful b/c one-time fucks are arbitrary so why pick your crush over another girl, etc. but still, it’s rocky and not worth fighting a friend over
p.p.s. you all deserve to be happy rabbits
well but but but you said you had a ED just now. that was a bomb, laneia. probably not just a coincidence or a super judgmental person. we have to look out for each other
hello internet person!
my inability to digest cheese based on an inaccurate self-diagnosed dairy intolerance had absolutely no bearing on my weight or my height or the amount of fat on top of my muscles. it made me vegan and it made me wretch at the idea of eggs, but it didn’t harm me. it was disordered eating in that it was not ‘normal,’ but it was in no way as tragic, life-threatening or serious as other disorders.
and while i whole-heartedly appreciate the concern, you have to understand that some people are small and some people are large and some people are in the middle and some people don’t eat cheese because it made them throw up once. i can’t change my natural metabolism / natural state of being any more than the average person can. i could eat more junk food and never move, i suppose, and then i’d be out of shape and unhealthy and i guess then you’d stop applying your misguided ideas of health and beauty standards to me – a person you’ve never seen and whose lifestyle you know nothing about?
here’s where YOU DO YOU is applied in an unexpected, but equally important way.
happy wednesday to you all! why don’t we each try to judge only ourselves for the next 24 hrs. see how that goes, hm?
you are skinny, i worry :(
well don’t, kiddo! i might be skinny, but i’m also small and can’t really help it. if i could be 5'10" and wear a 38D bra and size ‘medium’ or 'large’ and not be mistaken for a 17 yr old, that’d be neat, i guess, but that ain’t me. bodies are all kinds of shapes and sizes! mine is 'small’ or 'tiny’ depending on who you’re asking, and that’s just the way it is. i’ve made my lemonade and all that jazz, you know? i’ll never be mistaken for a full-grown woman, basically, and i’m ok with that. you should be, too.
So, I fell in love with this girl I met online. I’ve yet to meet her (distance issues at the moment) or talk to her on the phone. Is this normal?
you’ve not fallen in love with her, you’ve fallen in love with what you think / want her to be, which is really just an idea you have in your own head and probably has precious little, sadly, to do with who she actually is. and it’s sad for two reasons – 1. you’re wasting so many perfectly lovely feelings and moments on this idea of a thing that is not a thing, and 2. she could never live up to / be this idea of a thing you’ve created in her likeness.
i advise you do anything but pursue this. BUT! other people would disagree, so. you do you obvs obvs baby.
How tall are you (in cm, please)?
5'10 (listen lady, i’m not doing your conversion for you, it’s your question, you can google “convert feet inches to centimeters” as easily as i can please! love you xo)!!
do you ever go to youtube videos you are in and just hit “read all comments” and just cry softly to yourself? thats what i would do if i lived on the internet.
no, i don’t like to invite bad energy into my life and youtube comments make me depressed because it makes me think that nobody knows how to spell or talk or write words or anything, and like, is this real life? like wtf.