Social media is a fucking poison for the mind. I happen to have stereotypically looking body cause some malabsorption probably but even I feel like total shit from 5 minutes of browsing insta. If I feel so bad then what about obese people or waist to hip ratio above 0.75 women so like fucking 70%?
I know them all the golden ratios, hip dips and what not, bubbly butt regimens, corset types, BBL death rate all this shit is stuck up there in the head.
It’s like some kind of song on repeat „do stomach vacuums to lower your waist to hip ratio without growing your core muscles” „drink carbonated water with lemon 30 minutes before breakfast”
This is the kind of knowledge that is not only fucking useless but also actively takes valuable space when you are trying to remember about ancient goddess
have you tried becoming a corvid? its a great life. Steal shiny things from big dumb humans, scream at the top of your lungs at all hours of the day, poop on cars
and occasionally torment an alcoholic horror author
Social media is a fucking poison for the mind. I happen to have stereotypically looking body cause some malabsorption probably but even I feel like total shit from 5 minutes of browsing insta. If I feel so bad then what about obese people or waist to hip ratio above 0.75 women so like fucking 70%?
I know them all the golden ratios, hip dips and what not, bubbly butt regimens, corset types, BBL death rate all this shit is stuck up there in the head.
It’s like some kind of song on repeat „do stomach vacuums to lower your waist to hip ratio without growing your core muscles” „drink carbonated water with lemon 30 minutes before breakfast”
This is the kind of knowledge that is not only fucking useless but also actively takes valuable space when you are trying to remember about ancient goddess
i feel rad as fuck basically all the time
have you tried becoming a corvid? its a great life. Steal shiny things from big dumb humans, scream at the top of your lungs at all hours of the day, poop on cars
and occasionally torment an alcoholic horror author
Wow this is such a great life, but what if I am an ant then we would be enemies
oh no
If you don’t shut up when I’ve got a migraine and I tell you to, I’ll take out my bow and shoot you
… nevermore
Wretch, thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee. Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore