ne me quitte pas
I have prowled the night

and come back with a rat between my teeth,

see me bite

and break the flesh

I drink

and it is lush and red 

the night is lush and red 

and I remember the hash in the bowl and the rubbing alcohol taste

and spinning in circles,

hands linked at the vertex 

and snapping photos of youthful smiles 

and stalking the promise of danger 

somtimes,

it feels decent 

to grow up in NYC




(Source: g0lfstyle, via healthysoul)




Stomach: Ladies and gentlemen I shall play you the song of my people.



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i cry for summertime damniittt

but do you know how many times a day I think

“I could be somewhere so much better,”

but instead I shrivel in my desk

and shrink

I am a walnut on a fake wooden table under fluorescent lighting (chosen not for looks, but cost, always cost, the cheaper the better regardless of loss)

and in my reflection, I sometimes glance weariness 

like carved trenches where a war is waged

between desire and duty

oh, my eyes, they leak with tear gas and surrender

but I beg my bones to remember that

there is only one week left  

three days like stepping stones to a place of rest

and I see summer sailing on the horizon and I

hail it down with desperate red and blue flags,

my blood and my badge glistening 

I am a veteran solider with wounds like scripture up and down

my arms and I hope

the parading planes of victory see

see

see it

can’t you see it 

oh say can you stick it where the sun don’t shine

because my education ain’t worth a fucking dime 

(get it? because the entire thing is a corporate run shit farm) 

but I have set my headlights

on better sights, 

the fortune in the cookie 

at the end of the cold, thick meal 

and soon the air and water and sun will

all be teal and I will be brown like native people,

baked and burnt

toast,

my heart will soon unfold 

like a lotus flower and there won’t be any need 

for pretenses,

greed,

my melon skin will 

shimmer

oh god i have so much sweet

sweet

sweat

and

hopes and dreams like cotton candy at coney island

1998 and 2009

and this year,

and none will stand the test of time 

sand pulled through a sieve 




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"

Like it or not, fat people are at war. I’m not hyperbolizing or dramatizing. If you don’t believe me, Google “War on obesity”. Tonight HBO premiered its new documentary series “The Weight of a Nation”. On the premiere page it says “Obesity in America has reached a catastrophic level. Almost every aspect of our lives is threatened. The first step toward ending the damage is learning how to fight back.”

I spend a lot of my time politely asking people to please stop oppressing me. I don’t apologize for that, nor do I begrudge it – it’s proven to be a very effective way to create change and I think that people deserve to be given the benefit of the doubt and the support they need to shift their thinking, and it’s a reasonably pleasant form of activism. I will continue to do it.

But I also have to acknowledge that there is a war being waged against me because of how I look, by people who have been given every opportunity to know better. In concert with HBO’s documentary, I received a Tweet letting me know that Kaiser Permanente is launching the “most aggressive anti-obesity campaign in history.”

They know that there are healthy fat people and unhealthy thin people. They know that not a shred of research shows that any method of weight loss works in the long term. They know that research shows us that we could vastly increase health by providing access to healthy foods, safe movement options, and affordable/free evidence based health care. Nobody is obligated to be healthy or thin; however, I wonder how many people would make different choices if they knew they just need 30 minutes of moderate movement 5 days a week? If they knew that people who choose simple healthy habits have very similar health outcomes regardless of weight. What would people choose if they knew they could abandon the goal of weight loss completely and they could still pursue health. America could be a successful role model for giving people access to health, but instead they are choosing to be a failed role model for thinness - waging war on people based on their appearance for tremendous profit and actively blaming the casualties of the war for the war’s massive failures.

Let’s be clear - they are pathologizing a body size. It doesn’t matter if they say that we need to seek solutions environmentally instead of at the individual level, or if they say that we should have “compassion” for fat people – they are still telling people that is is not ok to exist in fat bodies and that they should see fat bodies as a threat to America. There are tons of thin people who eat unhealthy foods and are sedentary (which is completely their right), but as far as the government is concerned, as long as you are thin you’re part of the “solution,” feel free to do whatever you want. They want people to look at me (and you, if you’re fat) and think “She is part of a catastrophe. She is threatening almost every aspect of our lives. The first step toward ending the damage is learning how to fight back against her.”

I say that if they want a war, I will damn well give them one.

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They Want A War, Let’s Give Them One - By Ragen Chastain (via redefiningbodyimage)

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Rockaway beach

is a little slice of paradise. 

breaking waves and sandy sandwiches,

sunscreen

tan oil

and books, warped by the ocean water

sunglasses and tangled salty curls

I think it is finally the hot season 

(i mean, i even got sunburnt)

soon i think i’ll learn to read my own lips

and i’ll always slap first and even now,

it’s getting better,

i can say goodbye without feeling cries bubble over in my throat

because i am cradled by the sun

i can fall backwards and catch myself 

we’ve gone out too far

don’t worry, just ride the waves back

don’t swim

just float

on 

and i cultivate trust in my many islands 

and i know you’ll spie

them through an eye glass 

one red morning 

out at 

sea 




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I have such a crush on this character 

I have such a crush on this character 

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My dog ate my tuna fish sandwich

I am sad now.

I worked hard on that. 




what a weird day of a lot of nothing that somehow added up in the end to equal something.

sometimes, I can’t believe I am alive. “Me” is a foreign concept, like star dust - which ironically, is what I’m made of anyway. 

huh




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