this is the coolest thing ive seen on this website
Wait what how
what the fuck you mean how? a goddamn computer, that’s how
fuckin think this is some real bullshit like you’re confused as to how someone can hold water and a tiny ass ship are u fuckin’ kidding me
nick fury has got his arms around natasha like she’s the mother of his child and tony stark is that child and they’ve just heard the news about what tony did at school today and they don’t know how to best discipline him or how they manged to raise such a failure of a child
is that not the plot of iron man 2
songs that have an amazingly catchy and cool tune but really uncomfortable lyrics
I think we’re all thinking of the same thing but don’t dare speak its name for fear of summoning it.
We don’t talk about it
ARE THOSE BLURRED FUCKING LIMES
Thoughts on my first rise workout:
Let me jump to the end. I have a lot of impulses - to shop or eat, to fill holes in me with stuff so I won’t feel empty. After my workout I was very euphoric and searching for something to sustain the high… But I didn’t want anything. Nothing. Not food, not sweets, not clothes not “things.” I was just satisfied. Content. I have been reading about how you can replace the need to buy things with experiences and have been trying to figure out what experiences will fulfill me. I didn’t know this could be one of those things.
Yesterday, I had a low day. I felt fat, and ugly and weak. And it wreaked havoc on my self confidence and made me feel low and feel worthless and feel like I would never reach my goals and like I was a phony. And who the hell do I think I am? Well, let me tell you who I am. I am strong and hardworking and determined and a joy to be around. I am filled with love and optimism and many talents. I deserve love and respect and to work hard to make my dreams come true. Today I still feel fat, I still feel like my face could look better hah, (bags under my eyes from waking up so early hello!) BUT! I don’t feel worthless and my confidence is sky high. I’m wearing my weight and my face proudly because my body was a rock star today. I had fun and I moved around and it was hard. I worked my noodly arms and core. I kept moving even when it was hard. I kept up and modified if I needed and now my body is singing. So I accept my belly and my puffy face as a part of me. When it comes to self care there’s no one size fits all; so you have to go on your own journey to find out what self care means to you, how you need to care for your self to love and cherish your self. For me, I love myself and appreciate my body more when I am moving and working my body. When I am putting good things into my body it helps me with my self love. I feel like when I am doing these things I am expressing love and appreciation for my body and giving it things to make it stronger happier healthier. I feel like I am jump-starting my endorphin’s and my body responds very positively to it. Now, for some people they would have an exact opposite experience. For some people working out and eating the way I eat would feel like a punishment, wouldn’t feel good, would increase the negative self talk, thoughts, doubt. I know this because I’ve been on both sides. I have found myself hating myself in the beginning, noticing more flaws and weaknesses the more I use my body. And so while acknowledging and rejoicing that this works for me, I think its always important to recognize we are all different and have different experiences.
I’m not here to judge anyone or motivate anyone. I am here to motivate myself. I’ve been on both sides. I’ve been a size 22 and dropped to a size 14 in a year. My self hate only grew. I hated my new body in ways I don’t remember hating my old body. I felt ugly and unlovable and every flaw was more pronounced. I learned from that that you can’t just work on your outsides. You have to work on your insides. I didn’t know that so I put all but the last two sizes on my body going back up to an 18/20. And you know what? That’s when I learned something I think was very important and groundbreaking for me. I may have been much worse of internally when I lost all that weight - but externally I felt so much better. I could run up stairs without being winded. I could walk fast without even thinking about it. I was always moving and I felt lighter freer. For me it took gaining all the weight back to realize what I couldn’t see that first time around. That all the amazing changes I needed to be focused on were internal. It wasn’t about how I looked outside, it was about how I felt inside. It took me a long time to attempt to lose the weight again because I was scared. Because whereas before I was relatively confident being fat, this time around I wasn’t. So internally I had low self esteem and externally I had low self esteem. I won’t go into all the other life factors that contributed to this (maybe another day) but I had a lot to overcome, and a lot of fears, and they held me back. I thought losing weight was this one size fits all amazing transformation where loving yourself was a side effect you didn’t have to worry about. Well let me tell you. If you don’t do the internal work, it doesn’t matter how much weight you lose or how much fitter you get. That negative self talk and hate will still be there in any new iteration of your body.
So for some people, for them to do the things I am doing, they would feel like they were practicing self hate. And I’m not here to say do what I do. You do you, boo. Always. For someone else, self care may mean sitting on their couch eating something they enjoy that makes them feel good and just letting their body be at rest. That can be self love as well. I do feel that if you’re fat you’re expected to fall into two categories… Fitspo or fat positivity. For me I’m somewhere in the middle most days. I want to love my body but I can’t when I am letting it go. I want to love my body but when I can’t move it to do things I enjoy (hiking running playing moving) I loathe it. For me my body does better when I’m moving it regularly at some difficulty. At rest, I get aches and pains. My hips bother me. I get stiff. Everything aches. I could argue this has to do with my dosha- like increases like and my dosha (kapha) is naturally lazy and rest oriented. Prone to stagnance. But for now I am just recognizing how my body feels when I move it as opposed to when I don’t. Exercising doesn’t send me down a spiral of self hate. For me it lifts me up in self love, reminding me to appreciate my body for what its capable of and what its done rather than how it looks and how I want it to be. It lets me bring things internal which allows me to better accept the external. My body is amazing.
Another thing I loved about the class today was being outdoors. At my core I am such a northwest flower child and I love being out in the open air. I crave being one with the earth beneath me it grounds me and reminds me how insignificant I and therefore my problems are in the world. Everyone was so fun and energetic and inclusive. I didn’t feel awkward about being the fat kid- although that may have more to do with how far I’ve come in my own personal self image than anything.
It was a good start to a good day.
American architect Philip Johnson designed some of the most iconic buildings of the 20th century. Johnson, who died in 2005, has long been hailed as one of the greats. But there’s one fact about the man that many people in the architecture community don’t like to talk about: Johnson was a fascist who openly supported Adolf Hitler and the Nazis for nearly a decade.…
And he wasn’t just some casual Nazi sympathizer whispering, “maybe Hitler has some good ideas” in shadowy bars, either. He actively campaigned for Nazi causes in the U.S. and around the world.
Johnson visited Germany in the 1930s at the invitation of the government’s Propaganda Ministry. He wrote numerous articles for far right publications. He started a fascist organization called the Gray Shirts in the United States. He was with the Nazis when they invaded Poland and wrote about how it wasn’t as bad as the American press was making it out to be. He was an ardent supporter of the notoriously anti-semitic Father Coughlin. And he was so in the tank for the Nazis that the FBI even suspected him of being a spy.
"You simply could not fail to be caught up in the excitement of it," Johnson would tell aninterviewer about attending a 1932 Hitler rally in Potsdam, Germany. “…by the marching songs, by the crescendo and climax of the whole thing, as Hitler came on at last to harangue the crowd.”
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